How long have I been here? Come to think of it, how come none of these dogs look the same as the last time I looked at them?

It's like they die in the blink of an eye.

There's a mare in my dream... someone I think I recognize from before. Before I started life as a captive, before I was cursed. Back when I had a job... a family...

Guess I'll swallow my pride, then. Who better to help me than a Goddess, after all?

I have to find it. So that I can finally be done.

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Can somepony without a heart even die? Gotta find out...