Canterlot—the center of Equestria, the city of light, the city of ice, of marble and mammon, grandeur and vanity, majesty and entropy, glory and greed; the royal abode. My home.

It is undoubtedly the greatest architectural achievement to grace this land. It is small but manages to epitomize the finest culture and history under our fair sun. Despite this, its complex means little to me, but it is all that I know of, and I have come to know it greatly—I know how it pulses, how it smiles at me, how it so slyly greets my hooves with its sheen streets. It has given me what I like, but it has not given me what I need.

I know not what is inside of me, what I yearn for. I know this city can't help, but how can I help myself seeing what it has done to me?

Set pre-show. Contains some rape. Story from the POV of a background pony.