Intoxicating Innocence

It was dead for a long time. The air in this place is crisp, just like the air in Canterlot. From dry, to cold, to crisp. How funny! But, the thing, it is dead. Surely, I have not gone full circle? No… I surely haven’t. Regardless, the thing is dead.

The light—because thing and light are akin to interchangeable parts in this place, as are many other things, when it comes to the word thing. Bad things, good things, dead things, it is all much easier if I assign all of them to a singular word, such as thing, because all the other words have no meaning outside my skull, and I would surely go mad otherwise—Anyways, in regards to the thing which is dead, it has thoroughly crushed any thoughts that I might have possibly harboured that I might leave this place. After a long time of walking, I came upon it, and it was not the outside, it was still the inside—inside the crypts where all the things are. Where I am.

Where we are.

It was ever so shiny. Spread along the ground, it was—majesty. One big thing with tons of little things surrounding it, in a circle. If I search hard enough within my head, I might possibly come upon the old word for the things, but searching is hard, so as soon as I find it, I drop it like a hot rock and go back to calling them things. They are called letters, but it is easier to call them things. Yes… Yes. Where was I?

Yes, the dead thing! It is familiar, yet unfamiliar to us—me at the same time. Me? You? Us? It is all confusing. But it is familiar. Prison? Why does that word resurface? I do not know. Knowledge says broken. Broken Prison? But where is the Prison? Is the Prison here? The Prison. We used to call them the crypts, and before that, the moon, but now we call it the place—

The Place With All The Things.

Anyways, I am lucky that it is dead. Dead things are better than bad things. I haven’t seen a bad thing in a long time. Did they all leave? I am not so hungry as to have eaten all of them. I haven’t seen a good thing yet, but something tells me that they exist, only, not here. Not in this place. They exist… they exist at home.

…

They exist in Equestria.