Among the Autumn Leaves

The park was beautiful today. As Twilight walked along the airy, twisting pathways she passed other Ponyvillians, who gave the young alicorn the same warm smiles and nods that they would on any other bright fall afternoon. And why wouldn't they?

Twilight knew she might never see other ponies in the same light again. Not now. Twilight wondered why Celestia had waited so long to tell her. She hadn't asked.

The ponies she walked among were forever transformed in Twilight's mind. They were as ephemeral as the autumn leaves, now that she knew the truth. Now that she was immortal.