It is some time before I become aware of myself again. Our surroundings are different, it still appears to be a castle, but this one does not seem to be in an egregious state of disrepair.

We reside in Canterlot Castle, Nightmare.

Ah, what happened while I was...

"Gone"?

Yes, I do not know how else to describe it.

Perhaps asleep would also be a descriptor of your absence.

Alright, what happened while I was "asleep"?

We and Tia bid Twilight Sparkle and her friends farewell. Tia would then teleport Us into Canterlot, where the new seat of power in Equestria was built.

Is that it?

It was a quiet journey, We did not even encounter any guards, no courtiers, or sycophants, or peasantry. It felt as if the world were standing still.

I suppose there was so much to talk about with your sister that neither of you knew where to even begin.

Thus, We never started.

I'm sorry.

Why must thou continue to metaphorically prostrate thyself?!

I must have done something wrong, for you to hate me so.

We-

Luna begins to pace around the room. Her thoughts starting and stopping again and again. From what I can see through her eyes, the room is well furnished. Evidently it appears to be Luna's bedchambers, considering the massive canopy mattress that is the centerpiece of our current location.

Before I can make more observations, Luna speaks to me.

We do not hate you.

If that is the case, why were you speaking to me with such vitriol, such venom?

Because We want to place blame solely upon thee. Even if We know better.

What happened to us Luna?

Please, another time.

I would argue, but I can tell that we are exhausted. Seems that despite me being "asleep", it did not count as rest.

Luna moves us to her bed, and I can make out the finer details now.

The blanket shimmers despite seeming pure black from afar. It shows a beautiful nebula, the depiction of the mass of cosmic dust is immaculate. One would think that the actual astronomical phenomenon were trapped in the fabric.

The canopy is similar in theme, it is styled to look like the night sky. The stars twinkle brightly, shining soft light that is just bright enough to delight.

The mattress itself is sinfully soft, though still offering ample support. Perhaps it is made of cloud?

As Luna pulls the covers over us, my scattered mind is soothed.

I feel so much and so little, my inner narrative broken into disjointed thoughts that are feebly trying to form a cohesive whole. If were by myself, I would have been torn asunder. My mind held together by my headmate, as she keeps us moving forward.

I want to wail in grief for something I do not know, or recognize, or remember.

Goodnight Moon.

Yet Luna is here, with her, maybe things will be alright?

Goodnight Luna.

Author's Note

I hope this whole stream of consciousness was understandable. Wanted to portray Nightmare Moon's thoughts, along with how disjointed they are after having tasted the rainbow. So as she remembers how to exist, the narrative that comes from her perspective will become more "grounded" so to speak. Which is hopefully shown as she regains the ability to send her thoughts to Luna instead of having them bleed over, as represented by the bold text to contrast Luna's italics.

I always worry whether or not I'm making myself capable of being understood. It's a big fear of mine that I lose the ability to make sense.