Isolation wages a war on your sanity. It's worse when you don't know why you're alone, wandering around a barren planet with no sense of who you are or why you're there. And if you're the only pony left, who can you blame but yourself?

This story was written in eighteen hours as an exercise in speed writing. It is allegorical, and hopefully it can be understood as such. It is far from being anywhere near a perfect story, but it's something I had lying around that I thought someone out there might find interesting.

This story was also inspired by "September" by TheLivingTombstone featuring Mic The Microphone.