An extract from the liner notes of progressive rock band Sunrise's upcoming album The World Spectrum:

Dear Sunset Shimmer,

Before I continue I want to congratulate you for writing and recording yet another wonderful, personal and above all honest creative statement in The World Spectrum. I'm not one to make grand sweeping statements, but I'm certain anyone listening to Sunrise's album will agree that you were a master of not only taste and sensibility but also of expression and individuality when you assembled together these somber tones and words. Indeed, the way in which you bring this story of ours to life is, dare I say it, magical.

When you first told me that you were making TWSp (won't that initialism give too much away?), I was worried that, after everything that happened, it would have been wrong to make an enterprise out of it. But then you invited me to the studio and showed me exactly what you were doing. Now, you and I both know that music isn't in my blood, so discovering the power of your music, to express the feelings that nopony [sic] can in words took me aback. I never realised how much even the seemingly minor events like the band feuds had affected you, not just the apocalyptic ones. Indeed, you've shown a side of Sunset Shimmer that many years ago you would have tried to lock away; like you sang so movingly on Inside (and I hope for your sake it was a metaphor), your "flesh cage swung open". Being able to look back at yourself for what you were, no matter how ugly it was, is probably one of the bravest things anypony [sic] [editor's note - Sunset insists we keep these typos in. Why?] can do. And that was what justified the album to me.

There's no doubt that these are probably the strangest liner notes your fans will ever read from the strangest story they will ever hear. When they listen to the tale of the sacrifices you made and the hardships you suffered to protect both our worlds, they might ignore the part that says "autobiographical" and claim that it's only a metaphor, or that you were dreaming, or that you wrote it on something. But I, sitting in my fancy castle having Spike pen this letter to you, believe you. The friends we both share believe you. We were there, after all.

And as far as I understand your artistic intention, that's all that matters.

Your faithful equal,
[A princess from a not-so-far away land]