Luna hasn’t been sleeping well.

Celestia has to wake her repeatedly in order to ask her to raise the moon in the evenings, and Luna is sure she’s beginning to wonder why.

If only Celestia realised that not all of her woes came from her nightly duties, that the dreamscape offered a much more damaging allure that she could barely help but indulge.

If only she realised that while she might govern the sleep of others, she does not have the same ability over herself.

Perhaps she can find solace in the dreams of another?