A Wither Storm whose age is immeasurable, who developped multiple abilities, who developped "sentience", finally started to leave the world he ate to find another one where he can find peace and leave his nature of absorbing everything.

This Wither Storm transcended the logic of everything, made from a block created by Supreme Beings, will he finally be free from his unending gluttony? His very meaning of existence is torturing his sentient mind.

See the adventures of an immortal being turned pony whose hunger may very well end everything.

A fic I write for fun, a fic I hope would be my first and last one as I don't want to be inspired by anything else. Also, the tags may change in the future but don't expect rewrites as I'm a little too lazy for that because I don't write to really please people, I just write what's in my mind and it would be pretty sad and pitiful having his own mind being told what to do by other people.