Through the Looking-Glass
A young and studious horned pony, a magical unicorn residing in the land of Equestria, still in her wild and illustrious years of being the well-known and impressionable student of royalty renowned for kindness of all shapes and sizes, stands rigid though undetermined in front of herself of a lavender coat, a dark blue mane with a pink and purple stripe to add a kind of depth, and eyes that gaze deep into whatever they perceive, a look of worry and discomfort in her tired and practiced visage for uncovering all of the mysteries of the world, staring deep into the reflection of her doppelganger of what she is, thinking to herself of her secrecy and regret over the facts of this depressive sight before her, the truth binding this unicorn named Twilight Sparkle and her mind, sharp and never losing resolve, to all she sees in this mirror of a parallel yet identical world, the hidden, the lies, the deceit, and it pains her so, inciting stress and anxiety, unrest and obsession, all in the back of her guilt-ridden, vast and intelligent consciousness as the countless, engaging activities of everyday life occupy her excitable stay at the earth pony town of Ponyville, ever-wary of the sweat on her brow being a result of all such feelings making this heated summer afternoon even more uncomfortable for her, the sun blazing high in the clear sky as the pegasus ponies were directed, Twilight having to deal with the incredible temperature within her home of a caved-out plant, shying away within and misleading all ponies around her to ignorance, never asking of it, never noticing it, never inquiring as they cannot see what she keeps from them, a crimson unseen behind a veil of violet and synthetics, Twilight's true self of which she was born, invisible to the entire world as she sees fit, unable to face what lies within and without, obscuring the truth to avoid all of what may be, what could be, the possibilities sending her unending neuroticism into more a heavy load for her to bear, the reaction of what they would say a dangerous assumption for her mindset, ever considering the options, the flaws, the logic, the outcome being too much to deal with for the lavender unicorn as she remains motionless upon the throw rug, idling in front of her dresser atop the high level of her home within the library, the exuberant emotion pouring throughout her head, deliberating over all that she has kept from every pony that she has met, the self-condemnation she feels whenever meeting somepony new, smiling and betraying a trust as she speaks to them with a voice of friendship, the deception within her always, forever aspiring to be released of this burden, this curse of a cycle of regretful heartbreak and disloyalty, but cannot overcome what she is, the apprehension far too much for her to experience, the worry neverending, causing her strained and mindful eyes to glisten with her tears as she glares at her taunting and insidious reflection with spite, cursing at herself for being too weak, too unspirited and not resolute with determination to conquer all that she was given, cursing at her parents for making her this way even though they are not to blame, but the fault of the imprecise and misunderstood science of genetics, something she has studied years of to attempt to correct this mistake beyond her control, this accident that should never have been, a truth which Twilight cannot manage by her own will, despite proof of her exploits and all that everypony has seen of said will that creates powerful friendships to bring all ponies around her together in love and harmony, a soulful magic stronger than any other known to ponykind, keeping a balance within the world as they know it, and this unicorn denies it so, dismissing inquiries as to her condition, why she is so troubled when confronted with what she perceives as a question about the truth that she keeps hidden, forever looping her in an eternal game within her mind, opposing sides fighting for the right to act or to not act in order to better herself, consciousness and unconsciousness, logic and emotion, right and wrong, all of which proceeds to maintain her position as one that is in check, never being able to stand up for herself, even being one so prestigious amongst everypony who meets with her, intelligent and knowledgeable about all matters, stable with her actions and reactions, always providing advice to those who ask for it, and yet Twilight challenges these thoughts, determining for herself that she cannot cope with this lie, forever dooming herself to the cycle of pain and torment within her mind, a whirlpool of conflicts and fears all spiraling to a bitter end, and turns them away in the spirit of her friends that give her strength in ways beyond comprehension, ever vigilant with their personalities and beliefs, voicing their thoughts, imbuing and purifying her mind with the magic of friendship, the Elements of Harmony having chosen Twilight and her five friends for a reason, the magic within her sparkling and giving hope to all, including herself within the void of detriment and melancholy called her brain, the logical type of mindset continuing to be pushed away in lieu of the emotional connections that drive her, inspire her to do great things for herself, her wonderful friends, and the ponies all across Equestria, never ceasing to provide her wonder and surprise beyond any that the entire world could see, and this unicorn wants to quit this lie she has been so uneasy and fearful about, wanting to end this nonsense of being afraid of nothing, having trust in her friends to understand her lifelong plight, so she levitates the second piece to her eye, blocking once again the truth for everypony out there, but she knows now what she must do in order to have a true and lasting peace within her mind.
"...There," Twilight states to herself as she blinks at her reflection in the mirror. "Both of them are in." She looks away from her now purple-tinted irises with a smile, turning to hop down to her study on the lower level and starting her day.
