(I don't even know)
Oh if you could see what I see.
It's so hard to describe. How would you do it? So many images, worlds, gas clouds the size of whole planets. It's almost like looking into the mind really. So many isolated ideas circling each other, defying logic and reason. Yet so very beautiful. Yes my sister controls the sun. The life giver. She who is praised by her ponyfolk. She who bathes in the adoration of the masses. And is content. No, she's fine where she is really. Control over a single ball of gas floating in quintessential nothingness. Fine, let her keep her post. Because I have no interest. In fact, saying I have no interest is an understatement. I pity her.
For while she holds in her power only one such sun, I control a thousand. Oh and the riches they bring me! They are so beautiful and bright! Memories, thoughts, powerful emotions. My sister must feel it too. When she touches the sun with her mind. She must see all that the sun sees. Staring out across the dark void into the eyes of it's brother and sisters. Scrutinizing the life of her subjects on this earth. How old is it? Some billion years old?
Well I can see past it. I feel the pulse of stars who've existed since the dawn of the universe. And in comparison to her sun, are like Elephants to Ants.
So many memories, so many emotions, so many thoughts, so many, many thoughts. So foreign to my mind are their notions. Their ideals, their humors and their banes. They...they dream of vast metal structures, floating through the space which even surpasses them in girth.
Can such a thing even exist? The stars have a name for these things. They call them "Space-Ships". These vast behemoths that tread the galaxies. But I feel them too. They..seem to be carrying many, many minds within them. Scurrying about, worrying about each other and things beyond my perceptions. Often when I glimpse upon these minds, I see thoughts of "home"and of "family" and of "loved ones". And from these minds I feel such sadness emitting from them. And such an old air to these thoughts. They are tired, they are weary of the never ending blackness. They lament their fate, trapped in a metal box flying through the cosmos.
But they are one of the many souls I feel in the cosmos. So many souls. Nebulas, comets, galaxies, planets, stars, white dwarves, and red giants. Out of all of these however, the most I feel come from the planets.
Oh how different are they. Some, within the mists of war that so ravage the cosmos. Some living in the glory days of their existences. From these, I see glowing cities lined with smiling life forms. Towers that seem to claw through the sky. But the most poignant of the lives I see, come from those living on a dying planet. I hear them. All their voices as they pray for mercy from whatever god they believe in. I feel them as pity, sadness, anger, depression, and eventually resignation wash over them. I listen as their last thoughts leave their heads. Their lives at an end.
And the silence that follows, is deafening. Imagine it, thousands, no, billions, no, trillions of souls. All silenced. Their cities going up in solar flames and eras of glory gone. It's amazing, how brilliant it all is.
And how tragic it is.
But the most tragic of all entities I find, are the black holes. Tearing a hole in reality with sheer force. Their minds are....amazing. Something..happens when a black hole occurs. The very fabric of time tears just a bit, and if you glimpse into their minds, you can see the past.
Before the universe. But beware if you do, for there is a saying that I hold close to my heart.
Gaze into the abyss, and the abyss stares back at you .
When staring into the mind of a black hole, one must be careful. For they too have a mind. Though it is much more foreign and...older than anything you will ever know.
They see the past, the true past. And it is maddening.
Only once, did I succumb to the madness. And I lost everything. I lost my sister, I lost my kingdom, and in a sense, I lost myself. But I gained something in return. I saw the universe.
A hypernovic symphony of an infinity forever stretching. I saw the origin point of the universe before it exploded. I saw a city of such grandeur that the utopians of the highest civilizations are reduced to mere villages of sticks and stones. I saw beings that traveled freely through time and space as if they were merely taking a stroll. I have seen this. And I know it's name.
Atlantis
The name of the lost city. Lost under the tide of the cosmos. And these Black holes, these forever collapsing monoliths of dense anti-matter are their gates.
But eventually, all gates close. And when the gateway to the past closes...
Words cannot begin to grasp how beautiful it is.
Millions of thoughts come rushing with the light as it floods the universe. The gates destruction leads to a beauty unlike anything anyone, anypony, anything could ever describe.
So, what do I say? That I have faced the universe, and that I know its secrets? That I can see life far in to the stars and millions of miles away? That I see alien lifeforms that live such foreign lives? That they hold such great accomplishments and such terrible secrets?
They will dismiss me. As a mad rambling princess. They will say such things like "the moon must have messed with her mind." Or "she must have been driven mad in that isolation. Poor dear."
But it was the moon and the isolation that freed my mind. Without the noise, the need to breath, the need to live. I could truly see. Forsaking my body, I opened the gates of my spirit to soar amongst the infinite ever shifting cosmos.
And in my thousand year absence, they will not believe me. They will dismiss the lives I have seen. The things I have laid witness too. The deeds I've seen committed. The puzzles of thoughts. The sciences, the magics, the demons, the everything.
But as always, they will in time. And when they do, I will lead the way.
