Sunrise, Sunset

Day and night. Night and day. Honestly, I've given up counting days. The only way I understand time is by the breathing of the moon as it traces its silky fingers across the gauzy sheen of the night. The stars always wink their mischevious eyes at me as though they have a secret. I trace my hoof across the steaming surface of the sun, making a 500th line in the glowing soil. 500 years. That's how long I've been here. The days bled into months that mixed into years and twisted my sanity on this melting wasteland. The sun is beautiful from outside but not in. When I saw the sun rise in Equestria, it was a beautiful glorious pallette of the morning. It signified the start of something new. It began the day and banished the monsters under beds and demons of the dark. It seeped into every corner of shadow and when mixed with the misty veil of the morning, made rainbows. Rainbows that tickled our eyes and tricked you into believing that the sky was the canvas of some divine creature. But here, in the sun, it is nothing but a steaming wasteland. teeming with rejected spirits of the day, rivers flowing of sole lava. Mountains of despair that pile up all of your fears and sadness and mix them into the melting pot known as the sun.

In all of 500 years, I have circumnavigated the sun but never found a friend. The only inhabitants I have found are lonely souls of rejected stars and hideous demons of lava and heat. None of them could make a friend. I could never befriend them either. My life is devoted to the wait. The wait of 1000 years. The awaiting of the sunrise. Around me, beyond the hazy silk of the sun's heat and fear, there is only night. Only blackness filled with orbs of hope that flicker like mine. I can never see much beyond the fifteenth star to the left of the sun because I assume that is where Equestria lies. My home. My old home at least. My life was filled with joy and love. I was worshiped. Here, I lay forgotten under piles of ash. Here, I sit alone. Wasting my life away. My life. My life that seems so useless. I have often thought, why not just go now. There are plenty lava pools to drown in. Plenty of volcanoes to leap in. But no. I can never bring myself to. My destiny here must hold more than a wait.

"Hello". I whisper to the moon as I see it in the void. Its milky light casts shadows on the stars but avoids the sun.

Even the moon has forgotten me. another element of my useless life that has left me to rot. But my life can't be useless. There must be another reason that I'm here. Life is, well duh, confusing. But really, it is. Why do we live if in the end we just, die? Why do we waste so much time creating an ego that in the end will just be forgotten? Why do we waste our precious days lazing around waiting for the world to show us what to do? Why do we even try to make a mark in the world if, in the end, it'll just fade into the haze of the sun? Why do we try so hard to impress when really, no one will ever care? No one will ever care. They'll just pass you off as...showy. Why do we even try, when death is inevitable? Why do we try so hard to avoid it even though we know we can't change it? Why are we even put on the planet, to begin with, if the ride to death is just as miserable as death itself? But, death isn't painful. Just maybe.

I stand up. My hooves are used to the sweltering salt of the sun as I begin to trot to a peak that I have grown accustomed to sitting on.

"Well, if it isn't old reject." A particularly annoying lava demon circled me. I batted him away with my hoof.

"You're just as unwanted as I am", I snapped back.

"Hissss. hmmm." The lava creature laughed a bit at my response and floated away.

His heated presence had brought tears to my eyes and I wiped them away with my hoof. Only to get a cinder in my left eye. I cursed and stomped at the ground.

'Just finish me off now Luna! YOU SHOULD'VE JUST KILLED ME! ANYTHING IS BETTER THAN THIS!" I screamed at the moon as it sunk behind the sun.

I broke down on the coarse soil of the sun. I felt like I could melt. I felt like all of my anger was ripping me apart and stuffing me with the challenges that the sun put me through. I was becoming a puppet. And Nightmare Moon, the puppeteer.

When life gives ya lemons, make lemonade. That's what we used to say in Equestria. But on the sun, it's more like, when life gives ya lemons, squirt them in your eyes so that you don't have to look at this heap of rejection. Yup. That's life in the sun.
The sun is a cruel place. It has a way of manipulating your mind into doubting the prospect of your own destiny. You own life. I have felt these questionings in me before and every time, I scorn my cutie mark even more. It's like from the beginning, life knew that I was gonna end up here. So they made sure I would alway remember it by making it a permanent mark on my flank. I stood up again and walked in a new direction. Then, I found something curious. It was a little pyramid of rocks. Two rocks leaned up against each other and one blocking the back. I moved forward to investigate this strangely humane structure. Then, from behind me, a voice whispered.

"Hello?"