In Light Waves

by Gray Compass

Rating: teen
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Sad
Length: 1037

Twilight has been living in a lonely world, but sometimes, our souls just need a little bit of light, to find the way back home.

To feel alive again, one just needs to find the right frequency.

Twilight's friends may have faded away, but their memories remained, forever in light waves.

Published 2015-07-31 20:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-07-31 20:10:01 UTC

Empty Spaces

In Light Waves

Every new day, seemed to be a new opportunity to watch the grayish display of light rays bathing the once colored marble floors of Twilight's castle.

Cold stone walls, covered with flowing banners and crimson tapestry – flowing manes and multicolored eyes – arabesques carved in ornate rooftops, golden thrones and crystalline walls.

You see – it used to be a very beautiful place to stay and spend your days. Just to feel the atmosphere, to tell silly jokes, and laugh at yourself. When everyone was together, and gazing through the stained glass windows was more than enough to fell alive, she could almost say that was the underlying meaning behind everything.

Just 'be', and appreciate the opportunity of being alive.

The flourishing city below and beyond, would spread its roads through valleys and mountain tops, zigzagging towards the horizon – and this was her world – the real world – the world where her parents lived and died, where her friends smiled and cried, and where her life was bent and changed in many otherworldly ways.

The world used to be beautiful, with all the colors on display, the scents in the air, and the warm touch of her friends, as the fall gradually turned into a vastness of gleaming snow. And back then, as Twilight galloped over the icy plains of a frozen lake, the vivid color of their manes reflected on the shining – and almost mirrored – surface.

The cold touch under her hooves, the tiny water droplets as the wind blows, the sweet taste of fresh apples.

The white was always pure white, and just like the sun, a unicorn's coat merged with the frozen landscape. She was a good friend, a generous soul – at least Twilight thought so. All of them, were always trying to be the best friends. Of course, when we talk about friendship, it's almost impossible not to think about love – friendly love, mutual love. Not an obsession, as many have unfortunately become. Love is about appreciation; if you love a flower, just let it be – don't pick it up. If you do so, it will eventually die, and cease to be what you loved.

And Twilight's eyes sparkled with all the colors of Rainbow's hair, they sparkled with the sun, and the moon, and all the beauty surrounding herself.

Day after day, good days and bad days, busy and boring mornings, afternoons, sleepy nights, silky covers, lucid dreams – they all passed in front of her sparkling eyes like a speeding train, and gradually, just like the autumn becomes winter, the colors of her days started to fade away.

Twilight had enough time, to enjoy, to work, and to live. Sometimes she thought she was blessed with too much time, sometimes it felt more like a curse. Hours, days, weeks, years, decades, centuries – or was it just another second? Another minute? She couldn't keep time in her watch anymore. It was running away, way too fast – and for Twilight's dismay, she was running as fast as time, and all the colored ponies turned into light rays, which were slowly being left behind. She missed the ship, and it was all water under the bridge.

Soon, all the reflected colors and their tiny fluctuations were not as vivid anymore, and grayish manes merged with the snow. Five lives, five stories, five frequencies of friendship – down the river.

Except for Twilight Sparkle, the sparkling queen, running with time, with suns and moons, and no longer tied to the ephemeral world. But for her, the ephemeral was magnificent, and even though she was now tuned to another frequency, her ephemeral memories of ancient times remained. When friends were just... friends, and days were just days, and seasons displayed a myriad of colors. Not just white, not just light rays.

Simplicity, and nothing more.

And now, through the black and white windows of her mind, Twilight watched the world. A world of frequency, of statistics, of advanced senses she couldn't even describe, lost in a very delicate dimension that normal ponies couldn't even notice. A world in detail, in a fluid motion of energy racing through space and time. Still, Twilight wondered – how could she, after mastering all that could be mastered, feel such a void? An empty space, bigger than her heart, wider than the frozen surface of the ancient lake, deeper than the graves of those she once loved.

But those were ephemeral things, transient identities, and temporary worlds.

A temporary world she wanted to belong, a fleetingness she wanted to appreciate again. Because the sparkle in her eyes was no longer colorful. It was an endless sunset.

Floating in the infinite whiteness, Twilight gazed at the equally infinite spectrum of colors contained within the whiteness, and somewhere, lost amidst the light waves, was a memory, a moment, a feeling – crossing time and space. There was that beautiful world, filled with life, not stillness.

And every single memory, every single warm touch and silly jokes, they all lived and pulsed again – intact – It was all a matter of frequency, and vibration.

Time couldn't matter anymore – the concept of time was nothing but a waste of time. Under the waves, the eternal frequency awaited to be experienced again.

And for another day, Equestria – the throbbing world under her wings – could be seen in all its glory. It could – because it never faded away, things never fade away – their frequencies may be left behind, forgotten, buried under centuries of new thoughts. But never erased. Energies are not erasable forces – just like ghosts, they remain.

Sometimes we run way too fast, too fast for the world, too fast for ourselves.

For another day, Twilight allowed herself to spend the day with her friends, and forget about the complex and the ephemeral. About the universe and its troubles.

Just walk through the fields and feel the warmness of the sun, as it reflected on the back of her eyes, in sparkling light waves.

Author's Note

Never miss an opportunity to shine again. Vibrate at the highest frequency possible.