MY little pony "story"

Twilight, Rainbow Dash and I step out of the library and into the misty morning air of Ponyville.

The sun peeks over the jagged horizon. Its flares spread out and run across the sky like a cracked egg yolk, staining it with the rich colors of grapefruit, crushed blackberries, mahogany, and heart-shaking azure.

I look at it and I feel a rush through my limbs and my chest, as if I am being watched by a strong and provident, benevolent being. I become aware of my back and feel as though there is someone behind me clinging to me with a loving embrace. I am upset that I can't do anything so great as this sunrise to repay the pony responsible. I realize that all forms of suffering for any amount of time would be worth enduring for the sight of this sunrise.

—What is beauty?

Twilight sees I am affected, and comes over and nuzzles me a little. She knows I am sensitive to the beautiful things and I get a little carried away sometimes. We all sit down right there at the entrance to the library, and together we write a letter to Princess Celestia, thanking her for the beauty of the sunrise.

"Even if we wrote twelve or thirteen letters of appreciation," I say, "and even if we spent half an hour or forty-five minutes straight writing them, it would not be nearly enough."

"That's true," says Twilight. "But no pony is an island. What makes Equestria so magical is that we all work together lovingly, doing what we can for each other, so that no pony gets left behind. If everyone could do everything, that love would vanish because it would no longer be needed."

"But that just makes this even more incredible!" I exclaim. "What you are saying is that this sunrise isn't only beautiful, but—because it is something that only one pony in all of Equestria can create—it is a magical symbol of love that also causes that very love to become a reality!"

Twilight giggled a little at my exuberance. "Yes," she said. "That's exactly right. The technical thaumaturgical term for 'a symbol of something that also causes that thing in reality' is 'sacrament', so, the sunrise is a sacrament of love."

—Twilight, valued "mentor" archetype, old man with a pipe, Sigmund Freud etc.

"Wow," I say. "We've only just started out, but we could end our adventure right now. The treasure of the sunrise is far beyond what any gold or silver are worth."

"No way!" shouted Rainbow Dash. "In the infinite world of Equestria, there are always new wonderful things to discover! If we keep adventuring, we're sure to find even more amazing treasures, so let's go!"