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This place is unfamiliar, yet extreme. Liking it.mp3. And I like it that way. Confused.mp3. What did I just say? Lair.mp3. I need to get out of here. I need to find the lair. Corners?.mp3. How can a river have corners? Don't.mp3. She said don't look back and don't look behind. So I won't. Flow.mp3. The river doesn't flow anymore, but I can see where it did. Easy enough. The blood comes.mp3. When the blood comes... I can see it now. What it meant. Too Much.mp3. Too much blood. Puke.mp3. I puked into the river. But it doesn't matter for the consistency. It remains blood. Good and Bad.mp3. This is good and bad. I must be close. Lead.mp3. The blood will lead me... Should I jump into the river? Does it want me to? No. Led.mp3. There is a hole in the ground. I've been led. Not again.mp3. I've just been in a hole in the ground. I don't want. Why holes?.mp3. Why is everything holes in this world? It's like my memory. Confusion.mp3. And why did I say this? Findings.mp3. My mind finds something. Wants to. Revelation.mp3. What will it find? Maybe I find it in the hole. Willing?.mp3. But do I want to find it? Goodbye.mp3. I have no choice. I have to go into the hole. Goodbye. Dark.mp3. Everything is dark. Clock.mp3. No, not everything. The clock isn't. Lamp.mp3. There is a lamp on it. But why does it point at the wall? Craggy.mp3. Craggy, unsteady rock wall. And there is a shadow on it. That's why. Shadow.mp3. It looks at me with wicked eyes, it freezes my soul and turns it to ice. The shadow mare. Distortions.mp3. It twitches, like it has seizures. Parts disappear and come back. It's like a glitch in a video game. That's what it reminds me of. Game.mp3. It's creepy and I don't want to play this game. Free.mp3. “Free the mare” is what Headmare Twilight said. But this doesn't seem like a good idea. Freedom.mp3. What will she do once she is free? Normal.mp3. Canterlot could be normal again... It's what he said. But if it's a trap... Uncertainty.mp3. I'm uncertain. Worse or better?.mp3. Can it get really worse? Will it get really better? Unleashed.mp3. I don't want to unleash another nightmare creature onto the world. But... Trust?.mp3. Can I trust her words? Can I trust his words? Who can I trust? Time.mp3. Time does not work in this world as it should. Not anymore. Maybe we've all been here twice. Answer?.mp3. Does this mean a clock is the answer? Can a clock heal the world? Back.mp3. Maybe a clock will make it all better. Will it turn back the time? Will we get a second chance? Forward.mp3. Will it turn time forward, to a better future? Try it.mp3. I have to try. Turn.mp3. Turn the clock... No, turn its hands. Direction?.mp3. In what direction should I turn them? Clockwise or counter-clockwise? Can I do it wrong? Choice?.mp3. Maybe it's my choice. Decision.mp3. Do I want to go back to a happier time? Or do I want to go forward to see if something saves the world? Savior.mp3. But isn't it me who is supposed to save it? Really?.mp3. Was it really a happier time? Answers.mp3. There is something I don't like. But I said I might find answers here. Back, it is.mp3. I need to go back. 175 Days.mp3. Turn back the clock by 175 days... Or longer than that... Long Process.mp3. This will take some time. Over.mp3. This is over. The clock is turned back. 180 Days.mp3. 180 Days. Five days before all of this started. I want to see the sun again. Maybe.mp3. Maybe that will be enough to fix it all before it can happen. I just need to try hard enough. Still Imprisoned.mp3. The mare is not free. Something went wrong. Turning.mp3. Turn the clock... Not the hands... I should have known. Wasted Time.mp3. Three days wasted for nothing... But soon there will be plenty of time. Once.mp3. I turned the clock once and then the mare screamed and disappeared in a puff of red smoke. My ears are bleeding. No Joke.mp3. I was not kidding. My ears really bleed now. That's not how I imagined freeing that mare. Outside.mp3. I need to go outside. The cave lit up after the mare disappeared. The world has to look the same now. Nothing.mp3. It's nothing. Nothing happened. Black and Dark.mp3. Still black, still dark. Cackling.mp3. I hear cackling. The shadow mare stands in front of me and looks smug. She laughs about me. I have been tricked. Same.mp3. Everything is still the same. This is cruel. Why?.mp3. Why can't I change my world? Why don't they let me? Headmare.mp3. Why did Headmare Twilight lie to me? To us... Back.mp3. I go back into the cave. Now that everything is hopeless, I might as well. Light-filled darkness.mp3. Everything is dark. There is light in here, but it's still dark. Change.mp3. Why do I live? Why can't I change things? End.mp3. Why does the world go on? Why does it keep circling around itself? It would be better if it ended. After.mp3. Isn't an apocalypse supposed to be the end of the world? Why is there an after? Unwilling.mp3. I don't want it to be like this. Influence.mp3. But what choice do I have? What influence? Ocean.mp3. I should go home. It's always dark under the ocean waves. Hill.mp3. I'm out again. I stand on a hill. Goodbye, Canterlot. You haven't brought me hope. Road.mp3. I'm on the road. I plundered the fridge in the house I found. To the eastern coast. Retaliation.mp3. I feel retaliated. But who would enact revenge on me? Reason.mp3. And for what? Good Things.mp3. There are no good things on the land. Not anymore. Maybe the ocean is safer. Long.mp3. It's going to be a long way. Horrors.mp3. It starts again. The horrors return. Hi.mp3. Hi, face without a tongue. Tongue.mp3. I have a tongue here. Do you want to meet my friend? Neck.mp3. But you can't get his. Only get it stuck into your neck. Flee.mp3. At least if it had a neck. We just flee. Navigation.mp3. It's more difficult to navigate out here. There are no street lamps and the lava pools of the giant are far away. Cottage.mp3. I need to find a cottage on the way, to charge my phone. The coast is hundreds of miles away. Plains.mp3. The Plains of Nothing. That's what I call them. I can't light very far, but we have been walking for hours now and there's nothing here. At least no more monsters. Yet. Grass.mp3. The grass feels alive. Sunlight.mp3. How can it even grow, without the sun? Demonic.mp3. It must be demonic. Like the trees. Rustling.mp3. And every time I turn it off, there is rustling in the grass. Something that fears light is here. Nightlight.mp3. It means I have to let the light on when I go to sleep. I don't know if Licky can handle it. 100%.mp3. My phone still shows 100%. But it won't be forever. Sleeping Time.mp3. Sleeping time. After hours in the wilderness. I never thought camping could be that scary. Goodnight. 30%.mp3. My phone battery went down by 30% last night. This isn't good. Continuing.mp3. We have to go on and be fast. We need a house. Decline.mp3. The battery keeps rapidly declining. What is doing that?! Stress.mp3. Something wants to stress me out. Sides.mp3. We only run anymore. I'm exhausted. My sides hurt. Must.mp3. But I have to continue. We won't make it if we don't. Carrier.mp3. I wish Licky would be big enough to carry me. But I might have to carry him soon. Strange House.mp3. I was carried in the strange house in the woods. I remember that. Identity.mp3. I still don't know who carried me, though. Or what. Need.mp3. I need to find out. Places.mp3. Why am I suddenly thinking of this? My mind goes places. House.mp3. We found a house. An old cottage, like I thought. But there is no electricity here. Sturdy.mp3. The door is sturdy, though. Old, strong oak wood. We shelter here and think of something. Crawling.mp3. It crawls outside. It wants to get in, but can't. Hopefully, it doesn't find out how to smash the windows. Second Floor.mp3. We shelter on the second floor. There is food here. Battery.mp3. I need to be quiet and save battery now. Goodnight. I tune back in as soon as possible. Woke Up.mp3. We woke up in the middle of the night and heard a sound. Scratching at the door, then a growl. It wants to get in. Late.mp3. I only record this now because we have to save battery. But I had to use my flashlight to check the door. Now it's down to 5%. Crap. Lightless.mp3. I don't want to go out without a light. I can't. It would kill me. Licky?.mp3. Licky could fight it. But I don't know this monster. I can't lose him too. 3%.mp3. Three percent left... Damn. I have to stop recording. But what should I do if the light goes out forever? Light.mp3. I must find a light, anything. Thankfully my eyes are used to the darkness now. Pray.mp3. You won't hear from me for a while. Take care. And pray for me. Matches.mp3. We found something. Matches. Better than nothing. Cold.mp3. It's getting cold in here. But we have fire now. We were able to build something. Maybe we can make it with that. Out.mp3. We're out. We run. The fire keeps it away. On Fire.mp3. You've never seen a whole field of grass burn. We did today. But I'm not sure if it's dead, so we kept running. 1.mp3. One percent. It didn't get past the fire. Goodnight. Outskirts.mp3. We're in a different house now. It's at the outskirts of a town. Finally there's electricity again. Voices.mp3. I hear voices outside. Probably my imagination. It better is. Life.mp3. I know there is nopony here. No ordinary life. The voices are either not real or demonic. Bet.mp3. My bet is demonic. I don't have luck. Gone.mp3. I said it. Now the upper part of the house is gone. The voices cackle and snicker. Homeless.mp3. That's how quickly you become homeless in the eternal darkness. Roam.mp3. We roam the streets of the town. The voices are behind us, but we got some distance to them. Shapeless.mp3. I don't know how they look and I can't tell if it's because they have no body or because I didn't point my flashlight at them. Laughs.mp3. The entire town around us laughs, but we can't see anyone. Once more I'm tired of the freak world. Ridiculous.mp3. Yeah, laugh. Do we look ridiculous? You just want to intimidate us. Ignorance.mp3. I talk to them, but they ignore me. We shouldn't stay in this town for too long. Supplies.mp3. But we need more supplies. And everything is still fresh here, for some reason. Quickly.mp3. I just quickly fill my backpack and then we leave. No time for much talking. You'll hear from me. Behind.mp3. We left the town behind us. It was about time. The laughing in the distance is a small whisper now. Things.mp3. We can't sleep out here, even if I had taken the tent with me. There might be more of the things from two days ago. Steep.mp3. We go up a steep hill. If only we could watch the moon from up here. Soon?.mp3. There is a town below us, another town. So soon? Torches.mp3. It's brightly lit and glows like a jewel in the sunlight. Someone placed torches in all the streets. Are there survivors? Repeat.mp3. It's the same town... How? Did we go in a circle? Familiarity.mp3. There is the destroyed house and the street we explored... Only the torches weren't there before. This can't all be real... Figures.mp3. They are standing around us; black, tall figures with lanky, long arms and toothy, white grins on their faces. They have no eyes. Keeping.mp3. They want to keep us here. They don't let us go. Slaves?.mp3. What are we to them? Slaves? Pets? Or their next food? Circle.mp3. We have left the town again and they let us go. They haven't tried to stop us, but now we are back there, two hours later. They know we will always return. Loop.mp3. We are trapped in a loop. Their powers are endless. No Escape.mp3. Whatever we do, we can't escape. Exit.mp3. But there has to be a way. We need to search the town for a solution. We need an exit. Basement.mp3. For now, we shelter again. But this time, we stay in the basement. They haven't followed us inside, they don't try to get in. The stairs are barred. Digging?.mp3. Should we dig our way out? Ground.mp3. But we don't know what lives in the ground. Everything is polluted. Sleep.mp3. We need to sleep over this. Goodnight. Change.mp3. The town keeps changing. We look out of the tiny window and the houses have a different color now. Drip.mp3. The one in the middle drips with blood. What happened here overnight? Morph.mp3. The town undergoes a metamorphosis. I don't know how I come to this thought, but this is how it feels like. Service.mp3. But for what? Or who? Bad.mp3. I have a bad feeling over all this, one that's worse than usual. Marching.mp3. Now they are marching through the streets, the lanky ones. They're humming. It sounds like they're praying. I don't understand the words, but they instill fear in me. Prayers.mp3. Who are they praying to? Staying Put.mp3. We don't dare to go outside. Even Licky shivers and that's a bad sign. Bad Thought.mp3. Are we a sacrifice for something? Imagination.mp3. I can't believe it. It can't be true. He.mp3. A door opened and he is back. Rumble. Comprehension.mp3. I don't understand how this works... How can he return...? Tunnel.mp3. Rumble doesn't speak. He holds a hoof at his lips and waves us to follow him into the tunnel. I don't care. I pack my things and follow. Emergence.mp3. Where did the door even come from? I'm sure it wasn't there before. Not Alone.mp3. But that doesn't matter. Nothing matters. All that does is that I'm not alone anymore. Trust.mp3. We keep following him. I know he can bring us out of the town, for good. I trust. Eternity.mp3. We are out of the town, after an eternity. We are on a hill. The wind blows gently over the grass in the light of my lamp. Moon.mp3. Maybe I can imagine it's the moonlight. Sun.mp3. Or the sunlight. That would be silly. But I'd be okay with both. Gold and Silver.mp3. I miss the golden light and the silver light. Return.mp3. Why can't they return? I know....mp3. Rumble says it's impossible. Like I don't know. Next Steps?.mp3. And what now? Dead.mp3. How did he even return? He was dead... Now I want to know. Mysterious.mp3. Rumble says he doesn't know anything about being dead. He says he went scavenging for food in the forest and when he returned, I was gone. He searched for me ever since. Much.mp3. I don't understand. This is too much. Messing with me....mp3. I shouldn't even care. There is enough that messes with my head here. Be Glad.mp3. Don't think about it. Just be glad he's back, Silverstream. Now?.mp3. What do we do now? Can we finally not return to the town now? Alignment.mp3. The stars need to align first, Rumble says. What does that mean? Are they still out there? Can we just not see them? Metaphors.mp3. Don't use metaphors on me and get my hopes up. Slap.mp3. I slapped him. That was revenge. Everything.mp3. Once more, he knows everything. Why, I don't know. Not Enough.mp3. I don't know enough. Unfindable.mp3. For now, we have to stay out here. They can't find us here. Explanation Pending.mp3. I will explain everything tomorrow. For today, I'm too tired. Goodnight. Morning.mp3. Good Morning. Send.mp3. We are indeed a sacrifice. They want to send us to the stars. Somewhere.mp3. So they are still somewhere out there. Where? Captured.mp3. Are they held captive? Can we free them? Relieved.mp3. That's something he doesn't know. Maybe I should be relieved by that. Window.mp3. We need to wait and escape them until the stars have aligned the right way. That's our time window. After that, it will be over and too late for them. Captor.mp3. Rumble says they will send someone to get us. Training.mp3. He is training me again. We might have to fight. Exhaustion.mp3. A whole day of training and now I'm exhausted. The thing isn't here yet. Sword.mp3. I am better with the sword now. I don't know where he found it, but Rumble is a better scavenger than me. Meal.mp3. One of Rumble's special meals and then it's sleeping. Goodnight. Again?.mp3. Good Morning. The next day has come, but Rumble isn't here. Not again... Scavenger.mp3. He returned from scavenging. Why can't he wake me when he leaves? Pout.mp3. I'm pouting at him, but he doesn't care. He says the training is more important. Focus.mp3. We need to focus on this. Fight.mp3. But why? What are we even fighting against? Cleaning the altars hasn't helped, is there even any use in a fight? World.mp3. This world does with us what it wants. We are just pawns. Plan?.mp3. But what does the world want? Underground.mp3. Something comes from the sky. We go back into the tunnels under the town. Captor?.mp3. Is that what Rumble talked about? The one we were training for? Hide.mp3. No, it's something else. We can't go out and fight it. Gods.mp3. The gods will come. But they are not our friends. Record.mp3. I'm sorry. I'm sure I didn't record this... But I won't delete it. I need to remember this. Talk.mp3. Rumble says I was talking. But I can't believe it. I can't. Influence.mp3. What is influencing me and why? What speaks through me? Nowhere.mp3. I don't want to be here when they come. But we have nowhere else to go. Deeper.mp3. We need to dig deeper. Maybe that's our only chance to survive. Ocean Life.mp3. Or we go under the ocean. I am going there anyway. Quiet.mp3. The surface is quiet now. Whatever dropped from the sky is gone. But Rumble says we can't go out yet. Natural.mp3. We need to sleep down here. But maybe that's better. At least it's supposed to be dark here. Seafood.mp3. Whenever all of this ends, I want a pizza with seafood on it. Maybe in Seaquestria, everything is still normal. Maybe that's where everyone is. Sentinel.mp3. They have sent a sentinel. There is a huge footprint in the ground. It's bigger than I am. Clueless.mp3. I don't know why I said that. It was my voice, but I heard it deep in my mind. Guarding?.mp3. A sentinel is a guard. But what is there to guard here? Wild Guess.mp3. Is it something the gods want? Just a wild guess. Present.mp3. But I know what the lanky ones were praying for now. I guess. We are a welcome present. For their gods. Order.mp3. But who are they? Did the Order turn into them? Benevolent.mp3. But the gods of the Order have always been benevolent... Did they change, too? No Trust.mp3. Everything has changed. I can trust no one anymore. And nothing. Knowledge.mp3. I finally want to know why he knows so much. Rumble. Answers.mp3. I will interrogate him. I want answers. Answers2.mp3. I have answers now. But I don't like all of it. Who would have guessed. Good Sign.mp3. He is not a follower of Belias. That's a good sign, at least. Studies.mp3. But he studied them and their methods. That's where the white fire comes from. And the artifacts. Devil of the Depths.mp3. He made a pact with the devil of the depths. Almost. Reading their books is not right. It's toxic knowledge and should be burned. Helpful.mp3. But it was helpful in the apocalypse. I give him that. It protected us from the monsters. Belias' Followers.mp3. But I wouldn't be surprised if the Followers of Belias are behind it all. There has always been darkness in them. They are the darkness. Light and Darkness.mp3. The Order is Light and the Followers of Belias are Darkness. That's what we got taught and how it has always been. Summons.mp3. Have they summoned The Third One? Did they free her? Even.mp3. Rumble doesn't know. This is something he doesn't know, how the apocalypse started. We are even there. Bad Awakening.mp3. He woke up one day and the sun was gone, just like me. Outsider?.mp3. He is not a follower of Belias, but he is not a member of The Order, either. He is an outsider? Free?.mp3. No, he lived in Ponyville and worked in Canterlot Castle. But he belongs to neither group. Scandal.mp3. How can a pony not be a member of The Order? That's unheard of. Lost.mp3. I can't trust him anymore. Outlaw.mp3. He is an outlaw, one of the miserable, unsignificant lives that roam the streets without a purpose or direction in life. We are at war with the Followers of Belias, but those maggots are worse than them. Leave.mp3. I will leave him tonight, when he sleeps. I'll steal myself away. The members of The Order are supposed to be honest, not sneaky, but everything is different now. They will forgive me. If any of them are left. Denied.mp3. Rumble comes back. He will not get my phone anymore. Leaving the Traitor.mp3. It's late at night. I plundered Rumble's backpack and will leave. I should cut his throat while he sleeps, he refuses to be a member of The Order and he took advantage of the forbidden, toxic knowledge, he would deserve it and The Order would commend me for it. But he helped me and that's why he gets to live. Tempo.mp3. I need to be far away from him when he wakes up. Dump.mp3. Once I have reached the ocean, I will dump this book into the water. The knowledge must never be used. Gotten Away.mp3. The time of the former sunrise. Rumble has not caught up with me. He hasn't noticed anything. And if he did, it's too late. Anti-Loop.mp3. I was not looped back to the town. The knowledge of the book prevented it. I hated using it, but it was to get a chance to destroy it, so it was okay. I used their methods against them. Salt.mp3. The ocean must be close now. I smell saltwater. Recovery.mp3. I was running the entire night. What's left of it. I will need a place to recover and sleep. A hidden place. Trees.mp3. There are lots of forests here. But no houses. Treehouse.mp3. I sleep in a treehouse now. I've seen it in Ponyville once. But what is it doing here? Ready.mp3. I get ready for the night. What used to be the night, I mean. I need to find different words for this someday. Goodnight?.mp3. Goodnight. Maybe for the last time. Maybe I'll call it differently tomorrow. Snack.mp3. I woke up and it's still night. The time, I mean. The clock of my phone says 10 PM. I slept for ten hours. I'll eat some of the food I took and then go back to sleep. Peace?.mp3. The forest is so peaceful. It's almost like back in the days, like it used to be. A good sign? Anyway, I go back to sleep. Sunrise Time.mp3. It's the time of the sunrise again. I just woke up. My sleeping bag smells. I wish there would be a way to wash it. Or myself. Six Months.mp3. Why did I stop saying “Daytime” and “Night-Time” instead of “Day” and “Night”? I guess I still haven't gotten used to all of this... it's only been six months now. Smelly Sleeping Bag Time.mp3. “Sunrise Time” sounds nice. Or maybe I should call it “Smelly Sleeping Bag Time”. Not appetizing, but it would fit. Sticky.mp3. My feathers have never been so sticky before in my life. Saltbath.mp3. The ocean will wash it all off. Black Sky.mp3. You have no idea how it feels to wake up to complete darkness every day. To stare up at a black sky once you open your eyes. Or maybe you do. Who will even find these messages? Will someone ever find them? Song.mp3. I hear someone singing. A beautiful, young voice. It soothes my heart and feels just as peaceful as this forest. Lullaby.mp3. A lullaby for breakfast. I eat and listen. Singer.mp3. Should I follow it? Should I find out who is singing there? But there have been so many bad surprises... What if this is a trap? Intoxicating.mp3. But it sounds intoxicating. Is it supposed to? Lure.mp3. I'm scared it will lure me away and bring me into trouble. But I also want to find out. Curiosity.mp3. I'm too curious. Temptation.mp3. I follow it. The trees all look the same. Kind of. Gnarly.mp3. The trees look gnarly, not majestic. A contrast to the song. But there is still something heavenly about them. Desire for the Melody.mp3. I want to find this song. The singer, I mean. Maybe I can record it with my phone? Smell.mp3. There is something in the air. Not the song, something else. A smell. Roses.mp3. It smells like roses. And gummy drops. Who is here? Found.mp3. I found them. Her. She sits on a rock in a lake. Only a small lake. I can swim to her. Blue Light.mp3. There is light here. It surrounds her and wavers through the air. Blue light and it dances to the music. I want to stay. Beauty.mp3. I join her on the rock. There is enough space. She looks at me. A beautiful, young filly. But I haven't seen her before. Or did I? Wrong.mp3. She tells me I'm not supposed to be here. Why? Not My Place.mp3. She tells me I have to go away, that this isn't my place. Why? Anger.mp3. Now she looks angry. Her purple and pink mane gets flung through the air as she turns at me with haste. Grimace.mp3. Her face turns into a grimace, dark and evil, but only for a moment. Has she demons to fight? Shove.mp3. She shoves me off the rock and I splash into the water. No issue, but it hurt. She tells me to go away, again. I need to learn, she says, but not here. I obey. Shout.mp3. I can't be here, I don't deserve this place, she shouts after me. Learning?.mp3. Learn, what? Alone again.mp3. I am alone again, but maybe that's better. I don't know what this filly wants from me. Maybe I better don't find out. Aggression.mp3. She is angry and aggressive. Never a good sign in this world. I stay away. Adventures.mp3. I leave the forest. Time for more adventures. The ocean is not far away. Route.mp3. I lost my route, but I can still smell the saltwater. It's guiding me. Goal.mp3. I am here. The Eastern Ocean. The book has been dumped already. Toxic snake knowledge, be gone. But I need a place to sleep. It's been a long day. Beach.mp3. There is a beach here, white and beautiful. I sleep between some rocks. I can hear the ocean waves from here. Sound.mp3. They already lull me to sleep. The sound of my home. Good Pre-Smelly Sleeping Bag Time. I promise I will get better at this. Awake.mp3. The ocean waves waked me. Just like I want it. First.mp3. First, I wash my sleeping bag. There is plenty to do today, but this needs to be taken care of. Refreshed.mp3. I feel refreshed. I needed this. I'm hungry, but this was more important. Salty.mp3. My wings have a salty smell to them now. I like it. Sea Monsters.mp3. I didn't see monsters in the ocean. But this doesn't mean there aren't any. I'm sure of it. Boat.mp3. I need a good boat. Where?.mp3. But where to find one? There won't be any here at the beach. Ocean Hike.mp3. I wander along the beach and the ocean. Licky is still at my side, in case you wondered. Tower.mp3. There is a tower in the distance. It glows bright, from top to bottom. Skyscraper.mp3. No, a skyscraper. Now I can see it better. City of Wonders.mp3. “Manehattan, the City of Wonders” they used to call it. Now there won't be wonders anymore, only horrors. Harbor.mp3. But there will be a harbor. With boats. It's worth the risk. Coastline.mp3. I stay at the coastline and the edges of the city. No need to venture into the heart of the beast. Lights.mp3. Who lights up the tower, I mean, skyscraper? But it's in the center, I won't go and look. Lighthouse.mp3. In the darkness, it almost looks like a lighthouse. Bait?.mp3. What is it there for? Should it attract something from the ocean? Better Not.mp3. I better don't think this thought to the end. The Gods.mp3. Something spoke through me and said the gods will come. Is this where they are supposed to land? Does the “lighthouse” show them the spot? Better Option.mp3. I'd like that better. At least I know what gods are. I'm familiar with them. Destruction.mp3. I'm at the harbor. There are many boats here, but all of them are destroyed. Least as far as I can see. Hope.mp3. Which isn't far. I need to have more hope. Wrong.mp3. No, all the boats are destroyed. I went through the entire harbor and there is none left. The warehouses are empty, not even a boat in repair is here. Stuck.mp3. They want to keep me here. There is no other way. Venture.mp3. I'll have to venture into the heart of the city, after all. But this requires some thought. I don't know what awaits me. Warehouse.mp3. For now, I sleep in one of the warehouses. Big, sturdy doors, made of metal. Nothing can get in here. No.mp3. I mulled it over. The decision is no. But I have no food anymore, so I have no choice but to go anyway. Rude.mp3. I wish I could have stayed with the filly in the forest. Why did she have to be rude? Grumble.mp3. A grumble in my stomach. I hope nothing hears this. Glow.mp3. The glow from the skyscraper is so bright it illuminates the surrounding streets. Moth.mp3. Why am I being drawn there? I'm a hippogriff, not a moth. Attraction.mp3. Is it there to attract me? No, that doesn't make sense. Business.mp3. Why am I searching for food here? There won't be any, this is a business tower. Cars.mp3. I haven't seen cars in a while. There was only one in Canterlot. That's strange, now that I think about it. But there are many cars here. The streets are littered. Inside.mp3. Inside the tower. The lamps are dancing. They are swinging on their own, but it looks like they're dancing. Office.mp3. Something crawls on the floor in the darkness of the office. Type.mp3. I hear typing on a keyboard, but no one is here. Screen.mp3. One of the screens is on. It hardly lights up the seat before it, so I didn't notice. Good Guess.mp3. I guess I won't be going there. Elevator.mp3. The elevators still work. There is a mall on the upper floors, the sign says. I will be going there. 7th Floor.mp3. I'm on the 7th floor. Still far away from the mall. Something is prowling the hallways here. Stopped.mp3. The elevator stopped here. Nothing I did made it work again. Stalker.mp3. I hear it growling while it stalks the hallways and searches for me. It saw me once, but I could run away and hide. Smell.mp3. I hope it can't smell me. Wolf.mp3. It's like a wolf, but ten times bigger. It's neck almost touches the ceiling. Might be my chance, but it's also strong. Staircase.mp3. I'm searching for another elevator. Or at least a staircase. Either of it would do. Grown?.mp3. How did it get in here? The doors aren't big enough. Was it small first and then grew? Hungry.mp3. It must be hungry. And it likes bird, I can tell. I am hungry, too, but I can't eat here, even if I had anything. Weapon.mp3. I don't have fire or anything else I could use as a weapon. Not that it would matter with that size. Licky isn't strong enough to fight it. So sneaking it is. Desk.mp3. I am sitting under a desk in another office. I wish I could stay here, but that won't do. Beverage.mp3. A beverage company. The vending machine blinks and sometimes makes a sound. It distracts the thing. I sneak past. Out and In.mp3. Out of the office and back into an elevator. I hope it works. Fail.mp3. It doesn't. Hatch.mp3. I use my wings and climb out of the hatch in the ceiling. Licky is on my back. Safety.mp3. We should be safe here, for a while. Pain.mp3. This was the second time I slept under a desk. It reminds me on how all of this started. Now I sleep on an elevator, which is better. Pull.mp3. I'm worried it could pull at the elevator while we sleep. But there is no choice. Goodnight. Red.mp3. Red-flickering lights are the first thing I see when I wake up. I didn't notice them last night. Correction.mp3. Night-time, Silverstream. Night-time. Rope.mp3. I can't fly anymore with that empty stomach. I'll have to climb up the rope. Wall.mp3. Licky just goes up the wall. I didn't know he can do this. 8th Floor.mp3. We are up on the 8th floor. It took way too much time. Restaurant.mp3. There is a restaurant here. Good enough. Cooking.mp3. But cooking reminds me of him... the traitor. It would spoil my appetite if I weren't so hungry. Peaceful.mp3. There is no monster up here, as far as I can see. The restaurant spans across the entire floor and the kitchen was empty. Not even creepy, dancing food. Below.mp3. Is all the dark energy contained in the floor below? Problem.mp3. We are sated, but the elevators are still a problem. There was not much food in the kitchen anymore, just enough for the two of us. Raid.mp3. Why was it raided like that? Did the monster come up here? Can it get us? Yowl.mp3. I talk about it and I hear a yowl from below. A painful one. Happening.mp3. What happened? What could hurt that thing? Fight.mp3. We hear a fight from below. Who is its enemy? Stairs.mp3. We don't dare to find out. Instead, we go up the stairs and search for the mall. Endless.mp3. The stairs don't end. We should be up at the mall by now. Endless2.mp3. Still no end. We sleep here for the night. We are out in the open here, hopefully nothing comes up the staircase. Slime.mp3. A slimy trail leads up the staircase. It's green and smells awful. Something was here. Puddle.mp3. There's a puddle not far from my sleeping bag. It was watching me while I slept. Duration.mp3. How long was it here? Translucent.mp3. It's gooey and translucent. I can see the color of the stairs through it. Upwards.mp3. It leads further up the stairs. I can't see how far. I hope it didn't go where we have to go. Impossibility.mp3. This staircase is higher than it's supposed to be. It doesn't fit into the skyscraper, I'm sure. Resignation.mp3. If there's nothing after three more floors, we'll just enter the next door. Mall.mp3. We are at the mall. It shouldn't be here and yet it is. Trail.mp3. The slime trail doesn't end here. Thank goodness. Sinister.mp3. We go inside. And are being greeted by a sinister laugh. Play.mp3. Something is here that wants to play, but not in a good way. Cart.mp3. I race a shopping cart through a grocery store while filling it with food. It can't hurt to have some fun in the apocalypse, while you can. Full.mp3. The cart is full. Nothing bothered us. Now to squeeze it all into my backpack. Watch.mp3. Something watches us. I suddenly feel like the food has eyes, but when I look at it to check, there's nothing. Food.mp3. Tomatoes, oranges, vegetables, fruits, it all goes in. Some fish for myself and some raw meat for Licky. I still don't understand why it hasn't spoiled yet, but everything goes. Shudders.mp3. I feel cold shudders going down my spine here. Let's better leave this place. Locked.mp3. The door is locked. We can't get out. Laugh.mp3. We hear the laugh again. Wicked and insane. It enjoys that we are here. Smash.mp3. I could smash a window, but flying down from that high with a heavy backpack? Plus, I'm getting hungry again. Fast.mp3. We need to get out here fast. Elevators.mp3. The elevators don't work. Why would they? Door.mp3. Something smashes against the door, from the outside. Whatever it is, it can't be worse than what's in here, but I'm not taking any chances. Evil.mp3. The air is heavy and suffocates me. I feel the evil in it. Furniture.mp3. We hide in a furniture store. There are many beds here. Least our night will be comfy. Barricaded.mp3. We barricaded the door as best as we could. There is many furniture here to do that, the heavy wardrobe helps. Fortress.mp3. Now we have to hold out, eat and hope for the best. Maybe the door will open again. You can never know. Sword.mp3. I still have Rumble's, the traitor's, sword. I hope I won't need it. Wolf.mp3. It wouldn't help against the wolf. But it's not here. No Light.mp3. It's dark up here, by the way. There's no electricity here. The skyscraper still glows, but there's no electricity in here. It's a contradiction. Silence.mp3. I go silent, I don't want to attract something. If anything interesting happens, you'll hear from me. I need to talk to someone. Rattling.mp3. Something rattles at the wardrobe. It woke us up. It can't seem to get in here, I think. Strong.mp3. It's not strong. Maybe I have a chance. But tomorrow. Try.mp3. I try fighting it today. I have to. No Sound.mp3. If it's here, at least. I don't hear it right now. Benefit.mp3. All that weapon training has to be good for something. Waiting?.mp3. Do we have to wait until then to defeat the ghost? Is it a ghost? Effective.mp3. If it is a ghost, can my sword even hurt it? Book.mp3. I read a book in a bed. I wonder who left it here. Déjà Vu.mp3. It's been a while since I did that. I have a déjà vu. Eyes.mp3. I hope no eyes will watch me. Eyeball.mp3. What even happened to the eyeball? The floating one? It followed me to the tower, then was gone. What did it want? Why did it disappear again and never come back? Feelings.mp3. Did I hurt its feelings? No. They don't have any feelings. Midnight.mp3. Until midnight. Nothing to do than eat and read until then. Hopefully. Midnight Hour.mp3. It's here. The hour. Undesired.mp3. I don't really want to go out. Necessary.mp3. But I can't stay here forever. I will run out of food again. Ready.mp3. There, it rattles at the wardrobe again. It can't get in. I ready my sword. Insanity.mp3. Always trying the same thing and expecting different results is a sign of insanity. But that might make it more dangerous. Pony.mp3. It's... it's not a ghost. It's a pony. In flesh and blood. Eyepatch.mp3. An eyepatch on her left eye, her mane is short. And pink. Doesn't fit to a warrior. Fighter.mp3. But there is a sword on her back. She is smaller than me. Name.mp3. Her name is Babs. Glad that there's at least time to introduce each other in the apocalypse. Checked.mp3. She checked here to see who hides inside. But she couldn't crack the wardrobe. Her sword isn't good. Rusty Metal.mp3. It's more a piece of scrap metal than a sword, really. She made it herself. It's nothing like the sword the traitor gave me. Donation.mp3. But I can't give her my own. I need it for myself. Ghost Thing.mp3. There is a ghost up here, she says. Or something like that. I didn't really understand her explanation. Down.mp3. Babs says she knows a way down. But I have to carefully follow her instructions. Easy.mp3. That's no biggie. I just want to get down and out. Down and Up.mp3. It's something about moving on the stairs. We go three flights down and three flights up. Suddenly we are deeper than before. Number.mp3. A staircase with a number code? I've seen weirder. Chaos.mp3. Three up, five down, seven up. It's like a safe combination. But I don't think there will be a treasure here. Immune.mp3. The slime trail just keeps going constantly up the stairs. I guess it doesn't have to play this game. Dimensions.mp3. Babs says it has to. The thing that makes it. The slime trail is constant, but it has to skip between the dimensions anyway. Knot.mp3. I don't understand, but I don't ask. Spare.mp3. But why did it spare me? It probably just didn't know I was here. It's dark here, after all. Genius.mp3. We are out. She is a genius. Math.mp3. I suck at math, so I would have never guessed that. Hideout.mp3. We talk about boats. Babs says she knows where to find one. But first, we go into her hideout. Boat.mp3. It's a comfy place. It already looks like a boat here, but Babs says it's really just the design of the building. Manehattan has weird architecture. At least the statues don't turn alive here, because there aren't any. Settling.mp3. We get settled in. Babs says it's too dangerous to go outside for the rest of the “night”. She doesn't explain why, but I trust her knowledge. Goodnight. Awake.mp3. We're awake. Babs seems to have been up earlier than me. What does she do? Breakfast.mp3. She makes breakfast. It doesn't look like she can cook, but you aren't picky in the apocalypse. Eating.mp3. We're eating. The pieces of meat look familiar, but I try not to think about it. Realm.mp3. I ask Babs what was out there last night. She says it's the arbiter of the world realm. Whatever this means. Confusion.mp3. Everything here is confusing. More than it usually is. But I have no choice but to trust. Leader.mp3. Babs leads us out into the open. I don't have a good feeling about this. Boat.mp3. We're going to get a boat. If we can make it past them. Flesh.mp3. Flesh abominations with limbs that look like they're coming straight out of a butchery. There is no skin. They emit light. The center of their body glows. Heart.mp3. Their limbs come out of their heart. Spider-like, but more than eight, many more. How can they walk? How do these legs not get in the way of each other? Brain.mp3. Is their heart, their brain? Centi-Spider.mp3. It's like a mix of a centipede and a spider. Something from your worst nightmares. Cut.mp3. We cut off its legs with our swords. Babs says this will work. It does. Museum.mp3. We are in the museum. That's where Babs wanted me to go. Skeleton.mp3. The skeleton awakes. Of course it does. Scattered.mp3. It's not an archeological museum. They just lie around, scattered across the room. Bones.mp3. Whatever happened, nothing but the bones are left of the ponies who lived here. Shipping.mp3. It's a boat museum. A nautic one. With all nautic vehicles that ever existed. A shipping museum. Term.mp3. I don't know what the right term is. I am not good at these things. But they are. Pirates.mp3. I've seen a movie with undead pirates on a ship once. It was funnier than this. Rolling.mp3. Their eyes are rolling in their skull sockets. They are all that's left of their old bodies. Memory?.mp3. Do they remember? Foresight?.mp3. “The bones will always return to their place of living.” The Order has taught me that. What does it mean? Did they all know about it? Revive.mp3. We have bigger problems. They revive all around us. Our swords don't do anything. Bony.mp3. You shatter their body bodies and they put themselves together again, instantly. Dark magic at work. Not even them.mp3. Not even the Followers of Belias could come up with something so grim. Ship.mp3. There is a ship at the end of the museum. Of course in the last room. Where else? Surrounded.mp3. How do we get the ship out of the museum? We are surrounded now. Blast.mp3. The cannons still work. A blast and the wall is no more. Weirdness.mp3. Something weird happens. You expect that by now, don't you? Incantation.mp3. She chants an incantation. Babs... Who is she? Command.mp3. The pony skeletons freeze. Now they grab the ship, all at once, and carry it outside. Captain.mp3. The ship is in the ocean. The skeleton crew gets into position and grabs the oars. I'm a captain now? Refusal.mp3. Babs doesn't come with me. She refuses to explain. Maybe that's better. Tales.mp3. Some stories are not meant to be told. Story.mp3. But will someone ever hear the story about Silverstream, the captain and her undead crew in a world without light? Dead.mp3. If you do, I might be dead. Southwards.mp3. We sail over the ocean, southwards. I'm the unwilling captain of a crew of undead pirates. I didn't sleep last night... Watch.mp3. They watch me constantly, their dead eyes are following me. But they never attack. Spell.mp3. What if the spell breaks? Oceans.mp3. The oceans are quiet. But something is lurking. I feel something beneath the waves. Insane.mp3. But how can I feel it? Maybe I just go insane... Again. Number.mp3. How often can a hippogriff go insane? My mind has been broken and broken again. How much is still left of the shards? Stress.mp3. Maybe I am just stressed. I should sleep. Crash.mp3. If something crashes into the ship, I'll wake up, anyway. Guard.mp3. If something does, will they protect me? What has Babs told them? I didn't understand the words. Licky.mp3. But if they attack me, Licky will protect me. I sometimes forget about him. Horrible.mp3. Am I a horrible person? Night.mp3. Licky stands guard. Good Night. Gone.mp3. The sea is gone. It disappeared all of a sudden, without a trace. Waves.mp3. No waves hit the ship. It is scary and eerie around us. Floating.mp3. We still float, somehow. They keep rowing like nothing happened. Voices.mp3. I don't wanna hear it. The voices in my head tell me things I don't want to believe. Whispering.mp3. They used to say that the ocean whispers. Now it's true. Terrible.mp3. Terrible, terrible words. I hear terrible words. They are all around us. Frantic.mp3. Licky hears them, too, I think. He runs all over the deck, frantically and nervous. It's not just me. Ears.mp3. They could hear it, too, if they had ears. There.mp3. I shouldn't go there, they say. Go where? Home.mp3. They want to keep me from my home. They won't succeed. Problem.mp3. They say I'm the problem. There is more than one voice. Disagreement.mp3. They all disagree. What does it all mean? Returned.mp3. The ocean is suddenly back. The waves hit the ship again. Why did this happen? Seaquestria.mp3. We're going to go there. That's where the answers are. Seaquestria. Hope.mp3. I don't know why I know this. But I hope it's true. Demand.mp3. It has to be. Still Sailing.mp3. We're still sailing over the ocean. It's far away. Five.mp3. Five days have passed. The voices return every day. They probe, they want to keep me from it. They don't want that I see my home. Why?.mp3. Why? Why in the world do they not want me to see it? Horrible.mp3. Did something horrible happen there? It can't be more horrible than what I've already seen... Foals.mp3. I miss my friends... The foals from Canterlot.They have been taken from me... Loneliness.mp3. I don't want to be alone. Loyal Friend.mp3. Licky says I'm not. He talks in his own way. I should appreciate him more. He is the only one who stays. Peace.mp3. We have five more days. I will get more sleep. There is not much to do here. At least the ocean doesn't deliver any monsters. Maybe it is the only peaceful place left. Light.mp3. We see a light sometimes. It can't be the light of Manehattan. It's too far away now. And it disappears again. Astray.mp3. Are we being led somewhere? If so, we don't follow it. Their attempts are in vain. Three.mp3. We've seen it the first time three days ago. I didn't know what to make of it. But it returns too often. It wants something from us. Ignorance.mp3. If we ignore it, it goes away. And that's better. Call it instinct. Accomplishment.mp3. At least we are almost there. I smell the salt of my home. Arrived.mp3. We have arrived. I can see the shores of Mount Aris. It's been a peaceful travel. Land.mp3. It's pitchblack and the sand is grey. It's the same here, isn't it? But we go on land. We have travelled for so long... Dust.mp3. The sand feels different under my claws. Less grainy, it's finer now. Like dust. Difference.mp3. It wasn't like this on the beach near Manehattan. The sand was normal there, but here it's not. Changed.mp3. I don't like this. My home is different... Skull.mp3. The palace on the mountain is different, too. It looks like a skull now. How can I see it? The eye holes, the nose and the mouth, they are darker. Blacker. Like a different shade of darkness. Retribution.mp3. Who has done this to my home... My world... Someone needs to pay for this. Dad.mp3. We wander up the mountain. My dad lived here. I call for him, but he doesn't respond. Silence.mp3. No one responds. Flames.mp3. The houses are empty. Their walls are scorched. There were fires here. Water.mp3. Was the ocean water not enough to lessen the fire? Are they all gone? Storm.mp3. It is like the Storm King has returned. But I doubt that even he could survive in this world. Sisters, Brothers.mp3. All my siblings are gone now. Passage.mp3. The old passageway must still be there. It's too concealed for even the powers of this new world to block it. Dive.mp3. I dive down. I expect to find nothing else than what is here, but I have to see my home. Even if it is for the last time. Normal.mp3. It's dark down here, but that's normal. The depths of the ocean are always dark. Finally, I can see normal darkness. Alive.mp3. They are all here. Seaquestria.mp3. There are lights here, everywhere. Seaquestria is brightly lit, like it has always been. Sea Fillies.mp3. I see the sea fillies play. They have no care in the world. Singing.mp3. They sing and dance. Their parents too. Everything is normal? Peaceful?.mp3. Is the ocean the only peaceful place, was I right? Mom.mp3. I need to see my mom. Terramar.mp3. Terramar is not here, my other siblings aren't. I don't see any hippogriffs from the surface. But I need to see my mom. Seafood.mp3. Fish pizza. Seafood. I still can't believe it. Same.mp3. Mom is here and she's the same as she always was. She welcomed me back with the same words. Then she made pizza. Everything is normal. Safe Place.mp3. It's the only safe place now. Gone.mp3. Dad, Terramar, my siblings... I asked about them and they are gone. So are the other hippogriffs. No one on the surface survived. Grief.mp3. My mom's face looks different. She must be grieving. She lost everyone. Back Home.mp3. Not everyone. I am here now. I am back. Events.mp3. Where did the others go? What happened to them? It hurts her to ask, but I need to know. No....mp3. What? No... Anything.mp3. Anything but this. Changes.mp3. My mom's face changes, but it's not grief anymore. Why is she angry at me? Why the madness? Priorities.mp3. Do the people I am talking to count more than them? She is asking me that. Mad.mp3. Mom has gone mad. The grief has driven her mad. Phone.mp3. She snatched my phone. I snatched it back. Bones.mp3. I have stepped on their bones and grinded them to dust, she says... No... I would never... I would remember... Memory.mp3. She says I don't need to remember. She remembers it all well enough. How I stepped on the other hippogriffs in school, ripped out their feathers, made them squeal in pain... I-I did all of this? Sweet Child.mp3. I was never a sweet child, she says. I plagued everyone, I tormented and stole, I hurt and I destroyed... My teachers, my friends, everyone. No... It must be a nightmare. Bad Dream.mp3. Soon I will wake up. Torrent.mp3. I was a beast, a monster... For my entire life... She lets those words rain down on me. They hurt. They are wrong. Crimes.mp3. There were the bleeding children, the broken bones... The hippogriff foals who went missing in the ocean... All done by me... No... Real.mp3. It starts to feel real, but... No... Cover.mp3. How they always had to cover for me, how Queen Novo pardoned me nearly every day... I don't remember this... But something rings true. Something moves in my heart. Matter of Time.mp3. It was only a matter of time until I would do all this. They should have drowned me in the ocean before it was too late. Her words... Harbinger.mp3. Did I do all of this? Did I destroy my own world? Am I the monster? Destiny.mp3. I need to accept my fate. Everything is too late, I need to embrace who I am, now. I need to find and accept my destiny. She says those words and I'm beginning to understand. Clear.mp3. The memories return. Monster.mp3. I am the monster. The monster of this world. Riddle.mp3. The task was never about this, the riddle never was what I thought. Mirrors.mp3. I am back in this room. The mirrors shine in the light of my lamp. Everything is as it should be. I finally understand. Fat, Thin and Ridiculous.mp3. I am fat here, I am thin there, I look ridiculous. It doesn't offend me anymore. Abomination.mp3. I see myself with brown-stained fur, a head half-skeleton and a beak that almost falls off. It's who I am. I am not disgusted anymore. Smash.mp3. I don't need to smash anything. Just... My True Self.mp3. I accept who I am. And why I am here. I will step through the mirror and become one with the monster, my true self. . . . Author's Note Silverstream's story is not over. You can listen to more of her messages here: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/539357/the-sky-is-gone-acceptance Unspeakable.mp3. I haven't left since... You know since when. Worsening.mp3. The world above is probably worse than before. But I don't care. Perish.mp3. If the world goes down, I will go down with it. Would, if it hadn't gone down already. Partner.mp3. It is still here. The thing from the hospital. Licky, I call it now. Supply.mp3. It's all I have left. It brings me food, from above. Explosion.mp3. There have been rumblings... explosions, from above, on the surface. I don't know if the monsters play, or... Occurrence.mp3. They happen daily now. It's like the world is getting more destroyed than it already has. Check-up.mp3. I should be looking. But what will I find? Care.mp3. Will I care? Confusion.mp3. I should care. And not. My head is confusing. Cracks.mp3. The cave is shaking and trembling violently today. The walls have cracks. Alright, I go up. Lava.mp. The cracks are everywhere. Molten lava is in them. What has changed? Step.mp3. I have to be careful with every step. Light.mp3. At least there is some light now. I turn off my flashlight. Dark.mp3. The sky is still dark. I did not expect something else. Alone.mp3. Why is no one here? Monsters.mp3. Where are all the monsters? Cries.mp3. I hear cries in the distance. Lamps.mp3. The street lamps work again. What maintains them? Dawn of Time.mp3. They look like they come from before the dawn of time. Backwards.mp3. Evolution goes backwards. Child.mp3. I am here. With the crying children. Foals.mp3. The foals grin at me, wickedly. Then they dissolve, disappear in front of my eyes, like rotting, purple jelly. Fear.mp3. They wanted to scare me. Sadness.mp3. But their faces looked painful. And I heard them cry. Otherworldly.mp3. Are they alive or something else? Stolen.mp3. Their world has been taken from them, like it has been taken from me. Playground.mp3. This is their playground now. House.mp3. I'm in a house. It has electricity, for some reason. Sleep.mp3. I sleep with the foals. They are here now. Sense.mp3. Why do they not leave me alone? Defy.mp3. Do they defy the order of this world? Left.mp3. No, they are gone. They left as the words left my lips. Design.mp3. Is everything designed like this for me? Shatters.mp3. Hope and then it shatters. It is meant like this for me. Didn't I know? He.mp3. I wish he would be back with me. Deserved.mp3. But I probably deserve it. Perfect.mp3. It used to be good. Why did it have to change? Hatred.mp3. Why does the world hate me? Why does it want me to suffer? Blackened.mp3. The lights just went out. The timing is perfect. Dreams.mp3. Maybe my dreams will give me solace. It can't have my mind. Lethargy.mp3. If I weren't so lethargic, I could go and find out what makes me suffer. Move.mp3. But everything is pointless. I don't want to move. Cackle.mp3. I hear them laughing and cackling at the windows. But I don't look up. I don't care. Late.mp3. How late is it? I don't care. Hungry.mp3. I am hungry, but I don't care. Reunited.mp3. If I die, then maybe I can see him again. Mistake.mp3. I was wrong. It can have my mind. Possession.mp3. It already has it. Idealess.mp3. What should I do? Hopeless.mp3. I have nowhere else to go. Foals.mp3. If only the foals would return... But they've only been here to taunt me. Death, take me.mp3. I want to die. Cramps.mp3. My stomach cramps up. Is this the end? Frightening.mp3. No, it's a monster. Futile.mp3. Why do I even run? Meatball.mp3. A giant meatball with a hungry face is funny, why am I scared? Dinner.mp3. It wants to eat me. Contradiction.mp3. How can it be so fat, but so fast? Bounce.mp3. It only bounces. That's the way it moves. Advantaged.mp3. But it can't get up stairs. No legs. My advantage. Rubble and Dust.mp3. Now I'm resting again. There is nothing here, the floor is nothing but rubble and dust, but if you just got chased, you don't care. Rescue.mp3. It can't get in here. Another tower is my rescue. Desolate.mp3. The world looks desolate up here. Now it's bright, because of all the lava between the houses. Did I do this? Neglect.mp3. I didn't ring the bells. Mess.mp3. Now the world is even more messed up than before. But does it really make a difference? Bag.mp3. I want to sleep. I still have Rumble's sleeping bag. Final Goodnight?.mp3. Goodnight. Maybe for the last time. Woke Up.mp3. It wasn't for the last time. But this monster is out there. Size.mp3. Rumble never told me how big it is. The monster under the ground. Oversight.mp3. I freed it because I was neglectful. But will it hunt me? Grateful.mp3. Shouldn't it be grateful? I freed it. Spare.mp3. Maybe it will spare me? Delusion.mp3. Monsters don't do that. I'm deluding myself. Watch.mp3. I don't dare to leave the tower. I just watch. Fine.mp3. I have food with me. I'll be fine. Licky.mp3. If I run out, Licky will bring me new one. Company.mp3. Why is the only company I'm allowed to have a disgusting monster? Truth.mp3. Don't look at me like that. You know it's true. Ghosts.mp3. Below, the foal ghosts are playing. But they don't come up. Origin?.mp3. Where did they suddenly come from? Trap.mp3. It's like their souls are trapped here, too. But they have fun. Fire.mp3. A forest in the distance just caught fire. Does it come now? Arrival.mp3. It comes. Beast.mp3. A beast made of lava and ashes. Did it burn those who were here before? Previous.mp3. Who was here before? Attack.mp3. The foals attack the monster. Why? Stalemate.mp3. It's not a vicious fight. They can't hurt it much. Neither can the monster hurt them. Surrender.mp3. The fight lasted for half an hour and now they retreat. What was it all for? Play.mp3. The foals have returned to the playground. You probably imagine them as cute, but they look creepy and disturbing. Mother?.mp3. It is almost like a mother who plays with her children. But that doesn't make sense. Lesson.mp3. Nothing makes sense, Silverstream. Haven't you learned? Plow.mp3. It plows through the houses like it's harvest day, but nothing gets harvested. Only ashes and rubble remain. Hell.mp3. Hell has become unleashed. Burning Desire.mp3. It is gone again, setting another forest on fire. Flee.mp3. I should flee to another country, across the ocean. It can't get there. Mission.mp3. But don't I have a mission to take care of here? Mood.mp3. I should go out now. But do I want to? Tomorrow.mp3. I will decide this tomorrow. Goodnight. New Day.mp3. Tomorrow is here. Decision.mp3. I have a decision to make. Screams.mp3. All of my mind screams to just lie down and do nothing ever again. But Rumble started something. Task.mp3. “Three corpses, three altars and then Canterlot is free.” It's what he said. Legacy.mp3. His legacy. Faith.mp3. He believed in it and I didn't. But what if it's true? Friends....mp3. At least Canterlot would be normal again. And maybe the same will work with Ponyville? I could see my friends again. Isn't this what I want? Rumble's Plan.mp3. It's what he wanted. Rumble's Dream.mp3. I need to do it for him. I need to make his dream become true. Sewers.mp3. The sewers are the next destination. The monsters have rebuilt by now, I bet. Busy.mp3. First I need more artifacts. It will be a busy day. Ready.mp3. The artifacts are ready. I have new weapons now. Teacher.mp3. They are what he taught me. Without him, I would be dead already. Hero.mp3. Silverstream, the hero of this world is back. Wishful Thinking.mp3. If only. I'm not a hero, just a lonely hippogriff. Something.mp3. But I can do something. Survivor.mp3. I am the only one left. Comet Tail.mp3. Except for Comet Tail. But is he even still alive? Grave.mp3. We've never been to this grave, Rumble and I. Is it too late now? Patience.mp3. One thing after another, Silverstream. Blocked.mp3. The entrance to the sewers is blocked. But it's the only one I know. Absence.mp3. I still haven't seen any monsters. Even the ghost under the lamp is gone. Whereabouts.mp3. Now there are all those creepy foal ghosts, a lava giant and a bouncing meatball. But where is the rest? Level.mp3. Is this a new level of loneliness? Bounces.mp3. I hear it bouncing. I hide in the shadows of a house. Prey.mp3. In a world that makes sense, you eat the meatball, and not the other way around. Long Time.mp3. It's three hours later and I still have to wait. Search.mp3. It goes through the houses slowly. What does it search for? Notice.mp3. It hasn't noticed me. Sneak.mp3. I don't want to wait anymore. There is no sewer cover here, but the back alley has to lead somewhere. Meal.mp3. If I could make a fire, I would eat the thing. Care.mp3. Careful and silent now. Dead End.mp3. The back alley ends at a wall. Climbing it would be too loud. But flying... Trash.mp3. I crawl into a trash can and hide. It's not the first time. Move.mp3. I hope it won't move this time. Old.mp3. It's filled with trash from the old days. I could take a nap here. It wouldn't matter. Not Safe.mp3. There is no coming out. Looks like I'll spend the night here. Trash Sleep.mp3. Goodnight, trashcan, goodnight, old world. Pun.mp3. My sleep was trash. I hope you like puns. Sanity.mp3. You need a pun here and there in a world like that. Defense.mp3. The fat guy is gone now. I should have eaten him. But I need my weapons. Roaming.mp3. I have to roam the streets, finding an entrance into the sewers that isn't blocked. Alone.mp3. I hope I'll stay alone. Found.mp3. Sewer entrance found. Slime.mp3. It's slimy and stinky here. Location.mp3. Where am I? Church.mp3. The church must be far away. This isn't where Rumble and I have been. Dead.mp3. Dead snakes are everywhere in the water. No normal snakes, of course. Restoration.mp3. The sewers are dark, I notice. The sacrifice has been restored. Suspicious.mp3. It's still quiet here. But something is in the air. Constriction.mp3. It's not just the stench. The darkness lives. I feel it in my heart. Breathing.mp3. If I hear breathing in the darkness... Choking.mp3. Maybe the darkness is a snake. It would make sense. Correct?.mp3. Breathing gets harder. How right am I?! Darkness Snake.mp3. The Darkness Snake wants to choke me. Omnipresence.mp3. I wish I could see it. Then again, I can. It's all around me. H.mp3. Harder... Solid Black.mp3. I woke up in complete darkness, but this time it's different. No matter where I shine my flashlight, there is nothing that reflects it. Vanished.mp3. The sewers are gone. Tired.mp3. I am tired of these games. Lost.mp3. And where am I now? Hours of Nothingness.mp3. The ground is soft and I can go into a direction for hours and find nothing. Effective.mp3. Now they really got me. Figured.mp3. I know where I am. Body.mp3. I am in the body of the darkness snake. Massive.mp3. Its expanses are massive. There is infinite space here. Food.mp3. Now I am the food. Contained.mp3. It doesn't digest me. It probably can't. It just wants to contain me. Defeated.mp3. This is it then. There is no way out. Exit.mp3. Every snake has an exit. But this one does not. Something.mp3. I think I finally found something. Distance.mp3. I can't see it well yet, but something appears in the distance. Grey.mp3. There is light. And grey stone. Statue.mp3. I'm standing in front of a statue. But I've never seen her before. Curly.mp3. Curly mane, a filly. Her eyes look cunning, but there is also something friendly in them. Gee.mp3. “Gee, do you even understand what 'friendship' means? I am a way better friend than you are!” The base of the statue has an inscription on it. Ill.mp3. I don't understand what this means and I have never seen this filly before. But I suddenly feel ill... Sandbar.mp3. Sandbar. Why? Take it away.mp3. I don't understand this, not any of it, but I don't want to see any more! Rest.mp3. I need to rest, I need to sleep, I need to close my eyes and try to see anything else. Returned.mp3. When I woke up, I was back in the sewers. Torment.mp3. Was it all just a dream? Who is tormenting me and giving me nightmares? Snake.mp3. Where is the darkness snake? Was it ever real? Breathe.mp3. Why can I breathe again? I feel confused and my head hurts. Stinger.mp3. There is a stinger in my mind and it doesn't go away. What did I see and why?! Dark.mp3. Everything is still so dark... but at least there is brickstone now that I can see. Surface.mp3. I want to go back to the surface, but I can't. I have a mission here. Altar.mp3. But I can't clean the altar like this. I need to eat and rest. Mind.mp3. Tomorrow, if my mind lets me. Unrecognizeable.mp3. You can never tell what it is. Or was. Inappropriate.mp3. Who builds an altar in the sewers anyway? And a church? Has it always been here? Undone.mp3. They undid his work. Monsters. Clean-up.mp3. I am cleaning it. First the corpse. Skin.mp3. Bloody and slimy. Why do they peel off the skin before the ritual? But the holy fire takes care of it. Combusting.mp3. It burns it all. Belias.mp3. If somecreature had shown me white fire a few months ago, I would have declared them a follower of Belias. How did he know all of these things? Question.mp3. Who was my friend? Soot.mp3. The fire is out. Now to clean off the soot and remaining blood. Sparkle.mp3. It must sparkle, he said. You must be able to eat from it. I wouldn't, but that's what he said. Done.mp3. It is done. The deed is finished. And the altar lights up. Pure.mp3. Now the church lights up. It's a beautiful, white light, even purer than the fire from the artifacts. Leave.mp3. I'm done. I leave. Lights On.mp3. The sewers are full of light, too, now. I would move in here, if it weren't for the smell. Death to the Darkness.mp3. Is the darkness snake dead now? I hope it is. At Ease.mp3. We are back in the tower. The foals are more at ease now. Licky plays with them. Unsure.mp3. I don't know why they returned. Role.mp3. What do they want from me? What is their role in this game? Play.mp3. They like playing. Maybe they are the ones who play with me. Friend or Foe?.mp3. Are they my friends or my foes? Speech.mp3. I wish they could speak. Echo.mp3. Their laughs sound reverberating. Eerie, not cute. Next.mp3. Where to go next? Destination.mp3. The open grave or the lair of another mare. Consequence.mp3. But I should still wait. I remember what happened to Rumble. Repeat.mp3. Will the same happen to me? Outcome.mp3. Tomorrow will bring the answer. Goodnight. Blisters.mp3. Good Morning. The blisters are here. Everywhere.mp3. They are all over my body. Careful.mp3. I knew it would happen. I need to be careful. Curious.mp3. The foals watch me curiously, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, forehooves between their hindlegs. For once they look cute. Need.mp3. What do they want? They don't tell. Burn.mp3. The blisters start burning. Fire under my skin. Fast.mp3. Once they pop open, I need to act fast. I know their power. Stronger.mp3. The burning gets stronger. I lie down. Wriggle.mp3. I feel them under my skin now. They're wriggling. Soon. Worms.mp3. The worms have been set free. But I don't need to do anything. Something weird happens. Appetite.mp3. The foals dash forward and gobble up the worms. They look happy. Comprehension.mp3. I can't comprehend this. But the danger is averted. Snack.mp3. Are they my friends or did they just come for a snack? Latter.mp3. The latter. They are gone. Used.mp3. I am only being used. Foul.mp3. A foul stench is dripping from the air. I am at the grave. Invite.mp3. It's inviting. Maw.mp3. The grave stands open, a gaping maw in the ground. Long.mp3. I will be here for a while. Hole.mp3. It really is just a hole in the ground. I pity the pony who was buried here. Tunnel.mp3. A long tunnel under the ground. I hear voices at the other end. Dare.mp3. I don't dare to go further. But I have to. For him. Liquid.mp3. I still have Comet Tail's purple liquid. But will it be any good? Pour.mp3. I didn't pour it over the grave. But there isn't much grave to pour it over. Not up there. Devils.mp3. Little devils sitting around a round table. They don't see me, but their cackles give my heart chills and make it pound faster. Cards.mp3. They play with cards made from skin. Sneak.mp3. It's time to sneak past them. Labyrinth.mp3. There are many corridors here, going into all directions. Start.mp3. Where do I start? Pointless.mp3. It doesn't matter. Everything looks the same. Endless.mp3. This corridor goes on and on. Wet walls, dirty, made from mud and soil. It's a wonder nothing collapses. Stench.mp3. The foul stench is back. Soon I will know what makes it. Undead.mp3. Zombies. But not normal ones. Their legs point backwards, but they can still walk. Worms.mp3. They open their mouths and every time, worms spill out. Eating.mp3. They are being eaten from the inside, how can they still walk? Evading.mp3. They come closer and closer and I can't get past them. Holy.mp3. Time for the holy fire. Satisfaction.mp3. They burn with satisfaction. The worms pop by the fire. Free.mp3. Now the path is free. Before.mp3. I wonder if those zombies are the ones who have been here before. Leftover.mp3. Am I still not the only one? But if I wasn't, then I am now. Emptiness.mp3. The corridor ends at an empty wall, in an empty room. Something Else.mp3. Maybe I'll find something else. Something I won't like. Or worse... something I do. Right.mp3. The right corridor leads into a promising direction. Instinct.mp3. How do I know? I don't. You have to follow your instinct here. Stone.mp3. It's not smelling promising. At least the walls are of stone here. Stones.mp3. Stones hurt me once. I hope this won't happen here. Mixed.mp3. Creatures with mouths made of stone, but the rest is organic. Instinct. Hum.mp3. They have wings on their back and a scorpion stinger between them. Their mouths don't move, but there is a humming sound. Pull.mp3. Maybe if I pull out their stony mouths... Blood Rain.mp3. Blood rains down onto me, but it worked. They yowl and shriek. Licks.mp3. It thrashes and aims for my pet. But Licky dodges with ease. His jumps are great. Tongue.mp3. He's on their backs. Tongue poking into their necks and ripping out flesh by the truckload. Short Work.mp3. He enjoys it. And makes short work of them. I lean back and watch. Feast.mp3. He is done with them. Now there is enough flesh to feast on it for weeks. No Appetite.mp3. For him. I won't touch the things. Unsafe.mp3. I will have to sleep soon. But down here? Guardian.mp3. But I have a guardian now. Prepared.mp3. My sleeping bag rests on the ground and soon I will rest there. Bed.mp3. The bed is made and Licky stands ready. Time for sleep. Loyal.mp3. He is still with me. Loyal, little pet at my side. Grateful.mp3. I should be more grateful for him. Stay.mp3. He is the only one who stays. Buckle.mp3. Buckle up and continue. Turns.mp3. We have taken many turns. There were no monsters. But the music... Music.mp3. Yes, the music. Where does it come from? Lava.mp3. We stand in a room that is almost just lava. Only a narrow path leads around it. Fiery bubbles rise and every time they top, an eye comes out of it and laughs. Then it pops, too. Unwilling.mp3. I don't want to be here. Following.mp3. We left. But now one of the eyes is following us. Reluctance.mp3. If I have to move past it... We're better going into the right direction. Relief.mp3. The direction was right. There is the altar. Eyecatching.mp3. The eye floats in the corner now. It smiles. It doesn't have a mouth, but it smiles. Don't ask how I know that. Past.mp3. How did it once look? Maybe it's good that the skin is gone. No Meal.mp3. No, you can't eat it. It needs to be burned. Liquid.mp3. I wonder if the liquid will work here. Drop.mp3. Only a drop and the altar combusts. What have I been given? Smile.mp3. The eye still smiles. What does it want? Hate.mp3. It hates us. I can feel it. Splash.mp3. I splash the purple liquid over it and it goes up in smoke. I hope it wasn't a waste. But I take no chances. Going back.mp3. Let's get out. Worms and hungry foals are waiting. Anticipation.mp3. They've all gathered already. Yes, there will be dinner soon. Fascination.mp3. It's always a fascinating sight. Could be cute, if it weren't terrifying. Day.mp3. The next day is here. Hangover?.mp3. All around me, there are foals lying with bloated bellies. They even drool. There were more worms yesterday than the first two times. Progression.mp3. What does it all mean? Ability.mp3. How can they eat? Organs.mp3. They are mere ghosts, they have no organs. Mischief.mp3. They are mischievous, but they don't harm me. They just come to eat. Like a friend who only comes to your house to empty the fridge. Time.mp3. My legs still hurt, so I have plenty of time to think about all this. Giant.mp3. The lava giant is back. And the foals go to fight. But will they even stand a chance this time? Lost.mp3. Defeated. Now the ground is littered with foal corpses, but not really corpses, because ghosts don't have them. Decay.mp3. Their bodies slowly dissolve into liquid, while their faces stare up with that same, haunting expression they had in their last moment. Depression.mp3. I feel depressed. They were hungry friends, but still friends. I am alone again. Forgetting.mp3. I'll curl up on the sofa and forget about everything. Forced.mp3. I've been woken up. By whom? Eye.mp3. The eye is back. The smiling eye without mouth. Exist.mp3. How does it still exist? Join.mp3. It wants me to go with it. I don't care. Fog.mp3. I have a riddle to solve, but I can't think like this. #3.mp3. The third altar will have to wait. But will it wait? Hoping.mp3. I can only hope. My mind can't do this at the moment. Recovering.mp3. The door is locked, the window shut. The eye can't get in. I need a speedy recovery. Keeping Together.mp3. A dark mind is bad when you live in a world of darkness. Especially when you might be the only one who can save it. But I am fine now. Action.mp3. It's time to do this. Place.mp3. A river, the lair of a mare and a clock... Where is this place? Metaphor?.mp3. Is it a real river or a metaphor? Bloody Stream.mp3. Where does blood flow? Bloodfalls.mp3. Rumble and I have seen waterfalls made of blood. Bloodfalls. Is one of them where I have to go? Too Many.mp3. But which one? Prisoner?.mp3. And who is the other mare? Is Headmare Twilight not the only one who is imprisoned? Free.mp3. I have to free a shadow to free a mare. There has to be another one. Shadow?.mp3. Who is the shadow? The last time a shadow was freed, the world almost became what it is now. Chance.mp3. But it can't become worse... right? Either everything will become normal again or nothing will happen. I have to go and try. Clues.mp3. The bloodfalls and a clock are the only clues I have... And the only clock I know in Canterlot is in the clocktower, but nothing was there. The bloodfalls are the only conclusion. I have to go there. Prep.mp3. Tomorrow will be dangerous. I have to prepare. Avoiding.mp3. I am outside and I sneak around to avoid the eye. I haven't seen it yet. River.mp3. The river is close. I just need to follow it to reach the waterfalls. Perceived.mp3. I hope it won't see me. But can't a floating eye see everything? Tempo.mp3. I need to be fast if that is happening. Crossing.mp3. The river is there. I cross it to the other side. It's safer there. Goal.mp3. Now following the river, to the goal. Ruby.mp3. I am almost there. A beautiful, shiny, red waterfall, like a ruby. Manipulation.mp3. I don't like to think of it as blood. So a ruby has to do. Rubies.mp3. Rubies are shiny and sparkle. I like them. Miss.mp3. There is nothing behind it. Only my feathers have a red tint now. But there are many more. Smoke.mp3. Something smokes in the distance. Orange smoke, very bright. I hope it doesn't come now. Evaporate.mp3. If it goes through the river, it will evaporate. It can't protect me. Sure Thing.mp3. It comes. Of course. Safe.mp3. I am safe. Return?.mp3. The river looked nice. Will it return? Roars.mp3. It roars outside. I can see inside of its mouth. Everything is lava. How does it exist? Was it always there or has it been formed? Children.mp3. Why did you kill your children? Good Foals.mp3. Haven't they been good? They were good to me. Selfish, but good. Monster.mp3. You are a monster. Scram.mp3. I want nothing to do with you. Go away. Waiting.mp3. It doesn't listen. But it will have to leave eventually. I am patient. Observation.mp3. I observe the monster. I can't get out, but observing the monster is entertaining. Action.mp3. What will it do? Purpose.mp3. It has no point of existence. All it does is burning trees, evaporating rivers and killing the innocent. Erasure.mp3. I want to kill it. Erasing the pointless from the world. I wish I could. Powerless.mp3. Maybe my foal friends will return if I murder their murderer. But I have no power. Crazy.mp3. Things work crazy in this world. Fearsome.mp3. “The fearsome will return.” I suddenly hear this sentence in my head. Communication.mp3. Who is communicating? Move.mp3. I move on. The monster looks away right now. Voices.mp3. It's dangerous where they are. The voices. I can't stay here. Sneaker.mp3. A silent sneaker, go where its eyes can't see you. I have to go right through, under the creature. Hot.mp3. It's hot as hell down here. Choke.mp3. I choke. Almost. Grass.mp3. There is high grass at the other side of the river. I'll get there, but then I have to be quiet. The roars are loud, but something tells me it has exceptional hearing. Safety.mp3. Something tells me I am safe now. Something.mp3. You thought that I was talking about myself when I said “Something tells me”. No, something does tell me things. I just don't know what it is. Scared.mp3. This scares me. Bridge.mp3. This bridge shouldn't be there. It's the one he blew up. To save me... Unneeded.mp3. I won't need it, the river does not exist anymore. And they built it. Greener.mp3. They say the grass at the other side is greener. But here it isn't. Everything is scorched. Safe Distance.mp3. The monster is far away now. I can see it only tiny in the distance, but it's too big for that. This shouldn't be possible. Fix.mp3. I need to fix this. Friends.mp3. I miss my friends. No Return.mp3. They won't return, even if I fix the world. Because they haven't been here before. Friendship.mp3. But I have other friends... do I? Zoned Out.mp3. I zoned out yesterday, sorry. I continue. Examination.mp3. Am I examining this world? What my world has become? It pulls me into its vortex. I need to be careful. Trap.mp3. There can be nothing good if a floating, smiling eye without mouth beckons you to come out. I shut the window. Her Words.mp3. Headmare Twilight said: “The trial of the fearsome will be where you go. She's at every corner, don't look back, don't look behind, just follow the river's flow. When the blood comes you are there, let it lead you into the lair of another mare. Turn the clock, don't look twice, or else the entire world will turn to ice. Free the shadow, free the mare, and your goal is no longer there.” Undiscovered.mp3. The eye can't see me here, I hope. It doesn't know where I am. Protection.mp3. The only protection is a cave. It's small, but that means it can't get in. Not Friendly.mp3. The last time someone communicated with me, I found a friend. I don't have the feeling it will be friendly this time. Sacrilege.mp3. I stand in front of the altar. It's bloody again, the sacrifice is sprawled out all over it. Lair.mp3. I don't know who the other mare is. Or where her lair is. Grave.mp3. There is not much time before a sacrifice returns. The open grave it is, then. Resolve.mp3. But it doesn't matter. I have a mission, for him. Tomorrow I will set out to the grave. Goodnight. Route.mp3. A new route must be chosen. Find.mp3. I am not sure what I am supposed to find here. Is the altar even here? Stars.mp3. I woke up and I thought I saw stars. But it was all an illusion. Wicked.mp3. There is an incredibly wicked creature lying on the altar. Skinned as always. I see a bunny, a horse and a three-headed abomination from the depths of... Nevermind. Let's just get this over with. Crossing.mp3. I don't know how to get over the ocean yet. I can't swim that far. But there is time to find out. Tempo.mp3. I can't make sense of this. All I know is I have to get to the ocean, and fast. Moonlight.mp3. When I turn off my flashlight, everything is only black anymore. No moonlight. It makes sense. I'd have never thought I'd see a night as dark as this. 10%.mp3. The battery has only 10% anymore. Why didn't I take Rumble's phone with me? I buried it with him. Sleepy.mp3. We had to spend another night there, though. I hardly slept, because they didn't let us. Inside.mp3. We made it back inside right before something crashed. The tunnel shakes and dirt trickles from the ceiling. Something massive has landed. Dip.mp3. I take a dip in the ocean myself. I missed the ocean water. Its salt gets stuck on my wings. Feels better than the icky, sticky stuff. Death.mp3. “Death awaits you in the room upstairs.” the text on the screen says. Purpose Unknown.mp3. The red light is embedded in the wall. I don't know what it's for. Warm Meal.mp3. We have a warm meal again for the first time in very long. The ovens here still work. Time.mp3. It's 10 AM now. The rattling happened at midnight. That's not a good time, now that I think about it. Slime Wolf.mp3. The slime thing is the wolf, Babs says. So that's how it got inside here. It makes itself smaller. Spider Creature.mp3. The spider creature lies defeated on the ground. Only the torso, or whatever that is, is left. But Babs says the legs will grow back. We have to hurry. Little.mp3. Normally, all the little hippogriffs come when I call for them. Now there are no tiny claws scratching over the paths. They are gone. Fault.mp3. Mom says I am at fault for everything... Why? I was only talking to you so I won't be so lonely. I only tried to survive. The Awakening of Darkness (Prologue). You didn't pray. But if you did, then not enough of you sent their prayers. The Eternal Darkness is here. What I feared, what I saw coming, but hoped wouldn't happen, has arrived. And it struck us just as unexpected as the prophecy has told. I somehow survived. But the world... the world didn't. This is a cataclysm. I don't know if anyone else survived and if anyone will read this. But if you do, if there is anyone left but myself and reads this record, you now find yourself in a world of unspeakable horrors. I only know little. I survived by unknown means, I cannot tell what has spared me and why. But from what I have seen so far, I am the only one. If you find this record, which would mean I am gone, then you are on your own. But this will be for the best. Sneaking and not drawing attention to yourself, using the shadows to your advantage, is what I found has worked the most to escape the clutches of the evil that has now taken hold of our world. Being in company, even with just one other pony, attracts their attention easier than a single soul all on their own does. Even if you feel lonely, don't search for other survivors. You will be safer this way. The streets are littered with monsters. If you came this far, you have met some of them by now. They are... It is impossible to give them names, even for a scholar like me. They come in many forms. It is never the same. I have seen those that look like walking forks. But there is flesh in them, too, a fusion of metal and flesh like no god would ever create it. No god that is sane. But sanity has left our world, as you will soon discover and realize, if you haven't already. They are governed by something. Controlled by a force that I cannot name. This new world they created is not entirely without system. There are structures, but it's difficult to see them. Maybe impossible to figure out and understand the dark hierarchy that now rules over our world. You would have to become like them to understand it. But you don't want to, trust me. These monsters are the downfall of sanity, the death of every sense, of every principle that ever existed. You could become like them or you might die, but death would be the better choice. If I destroyed them all, if I had the power, what would happen? I am unable to do this, I do not have the powers necessary for this feat. But if I had, would that make the world normal again? Would everything become like it once was? I cannot tell. And I do not yet know if their hierarchy can be broken. They are out there, looking for me. I have created myself a safe place, using the arcane means the library of Canterlot provides, a place that even they and their dark master cannot enter. But I am not certain that it will hold, that their access will be blocked forever. There is something imprisoned in the clock tower. Do not free it. It has been there since before all of this started, the secret of this city, that only I and the princesses knew about. The princesses are gone now, even the Princess of the Night, our last, remaining ruler, had to succumb to this darkness that is far greater than what the depths of her plagued soul ever contained. Now only I am left to warn about this creature. It can't make this world of infinite horrors worse, but if you meet it without its chains, you will not survive. Heed my warning, do not try to control what cannot control itself. This city is forsaken. A being made of rotten flesh observes everything. It watches all of your steps and yet somehow never attacks. It does not have the means to, but others do. Watch out and be always prepared. Carry a weapon, keep a light to yourself and be ready to run at any moment. This is the only chance to survive. I wish I could tell you about a safer place, but for all I know, every other place in the world has become just as horrifying and tainted as this one. Pray, if you must, but do not rely on your prayers. Use your instincts and the tools you have available. Only then, you may survive. For what, I do not know. I don't know if there is a chance that our world will ever be the same again, if there is anything that can reverse the actions of the unholy spirit that has become unleashed upon it. Perhaps she is up there, somewhere deep inside this unfathomable darkness, where the celestial bodies once resided. I cannot go there and I am scared of the possibilities what I might find if I could. Our world has fallen prey to darkness, but who can tell what sits within the center of its power? I won't give up. If there is a way to stop the insanity that strangles our world now, I will fight until I discover it or until I am dead. If you find my records, please use them and continue where I failed. Believe in the light. Comet Tail, Astronomer and Historian, 1038 ANM Three Months.mp3. Three months have passed. My home is the cave now. Scurry.mp3. Something is scurrying in the light. Transparent and fleshy. Worms, but different. Better World.mp3. I want to die and leave this world for a better one. But where would that be? Shining.mp3. I see my shining savior in the window, white and bright. Does he come to get me? Ally.mp3. The monsters don't attack him. I don't know why he listens to me, but he is useful. Fun.mp3. Why can't I have fun? Carefree.mp3. The foals on the playground are not bothered. Why would they? They are dead. Normal.mp3. Everything could become normal again. No flesh monster, no lava giant anymore. No creepy foal ghosts. Silence.mp3. I have to be silent now. I don't know where its ears are, but it can hear. Waste.mp3. The thing won't look in here. Unless it wants to trash itself, but it probably doesn't waste food. Discarded.mp3. They look like dirty, brown, discarded hose pipes that were stolen from the trash yard of a fire department and dumped here. Thick and leathery body and teeth so long they could pierce your legs. But they stopped being dangerous long ago. End?.mp3. I don't know what to do. If I find a way out, you will hear from me. If not... then this will be the last message you listen to.
Shadow.mp3. It looks at me with wicked eyes, it freezes my soul and turns it to ice. The shadow mare.
Distortions.mp3. It twitches, like it has seizures. Parts disappear and come back. It's like a glitch in a video game. That's what it reminds me of.
Time.mp3. Time does not work in this world as it should. Not anymore. Maybe we've all been here twice.
Back.mp3. Maybe a clock will make it all better. Will it turn back the time? Will we get a second chance?
Direction?.mp3. In what direction should I turn them? Clockwise or counter-clockwise? Can I do it wrong?
Decision.mp3. Do I want to go back to a happier time? Or do I want to go forward to see if something saves the world?
Maybe.mp3. Maybe that will be enough to fix it all before it can happen. I just need to try hard enough.
Once.mp3. I turned the clock once and then the mare screamed and disappeared in a puff of red smoke. My ears are bleeding.
No Joke.mp3. I was not kidding. My ears really bleed now. That's not how I imagined freeing that mare.
Outside.mp3. I need to go outside. The cave lit up after the mare disappeared. The world has to look the same now.
Cackling.mp3. I hear cackling. The shadow mare stands in front of me and looks smug. She laughs about me. I have been tricked.
End.mp3. Why does the world go on? Why does it keep circling around itself? It would be better if it ended.
Navigation.mp3. It's more difficult to navigate out here. There are no street lamps and the lava pools of the giant are far away.
Cottage.mp3. I need to find a cottage on the way, to charge my phone. The coast is hundreds of miles away.
Plains.mp3. The Plains of Nothing. That's what I call them. I can't light very far, but we have been walking for hours now and there's nothing here. At least no more monsters. Yet.
Rustling.mp3. And every time I turn it off, there is rustling in the grass. Something that fears light is here.
Nightlight.mp3. It means I have to let the light on when I go to sleep. I don't know if Licky can handle it.
Sleeping Time.mp3. Sleeping time. After hours in the wilderness. I never thought camping could be that scary. Goodnight.
Sturdy.mp3. The door is sturdy, though. Old, strong oak wood. We shelter here and think of something.
Crawling.mp3. It crawls outside. It wants to get in, but can't. Hopefully, it doesn't find out how to smash the windows.
Woke Up.mp3. We woke up in the middle of the night and heard a sound. Scratching at the door, then a growl. It wants to get in.
Late.mp3. I only record this now because we have to save battery. But I had to use my flashlight to check the door. Now it's down to 5%. Crap.
3%.mp3. Three percent left... Damn. I have to stop recording. But what should I do if the light goes out forever?
Cold.mp3. It's getting cold in here. But we have fire now. We were able to build something. Maybe we can make it with that.
On Fire.mp3. You've never seen a whole field of grass burn. We did today. But I'm not sure if it's dead, so we kept running.
Outskirts.mp3. We're in a different house now. It's at the outskirts of a town. Finally there's electricity again.
Roam.mp3. We roam the streets of the town. The voices are behind us, but we got some distance to them.
Shapeless.mp3. I don't know how they look and I can't tell if it's because they have no body or because I didn't point my flashlight at them.
Laughs.mp3. The entire town around us laughs, but we can't see anyone. Once more I'm tired of the freak world.
Quickly.mp3. I just quickly fill my backpack and then we leave. No time for much talking. You'll hear from me.
Behind.mp3. We left the town behind us. It was about time. The laughing in the distance is a small whisper now.
Things.mp3. We can't sleep out here, even if I had taken the tent with me. There might be more of the things from two days ago.
Torches.mp3. It's brightly lit and glows like a jewel in the sunlight. Someone placed torches in all the streets. Are there survivors?
Familiarity.mp3. There is the destroyed house and the street we explored... Only the torches weren't there before. This can't all be real...
Figures.mp3. They are standing around us; black, tall figures with lanky, long arms and toothy, white grins on their faces. They have no eyes.
Circle.mp3. We have left the town again and they let us go. They haven't tried to stop us, but now we are back there, two hours later. They know we will always return.
Basement.mp3. For now, we shelter again. But this time, we stay in the basement. They haven't followed us inside, they don't try to get in. The stairs are barred.
Change.mp3. The town keeps changing. We look out of the tiny window and the houses have a different color now.
Morph.mp3. The town undergoes a metamorphosis. I don't know how I come to this thought, but this is how it feels like.
Marching.mp3. Now they are marching through the streets, the lanky ones. They're humming. It sounds like they're praying. I don't understand the words, but they instill fear in me.
Tunnel.mp3. Rumble doesn't speak. He holds a hoof at his lips and waves us to follow him into the tunnel. I don't care. I pack my things and follow.
Not Alone.mp3. But that doesn't matter. Nothing matters. All that does is that I'm not alone anymore.
Eternity.mp3. We are out of the town, after an eternity. We are on a hill. The wind blows gently over the grass in the light of my lamp.
Mysterious.mp3. Rumble says he doesn't know anything about being dead. He says he went scavenging for food in the forest and when he returned, I was gone. He searched for me ever since.
Alignment.mp3. The stars need to align first, Rumble says. What does that mean? Are they still out there? Can we just not see them?
Window.mp3. We need to wait and escape them until the stars have aligned the right way. That's our time window. After that, it will be over and too late for them.
Sword.mp3. I am better with the sword now. I don't know where he found it, but Rumble is a better scavenger than me.
Fight.mp3. But why? What are we even fighting against? Cleaning the altars hasn't helped, is there even any use in a fight?
Record.mp3. I'm sorry. I'm sure I didn't record this... But I won't delete it. I need to remember this.
Quiet.mp3. The surface is quiet now. Whatever dropped from the sky is gone. But Rumble says we can't go out yet.
Natural.mp3. We need to sleep down here. But maybe that's better. At least it's supposed to be dark here.
Seafood.mp3. Whenever all of this ends, I want a pizza with seafood on it. Maybe in Seaquestria, everything is still normal. Maybe that's where everyone is.
Sentinel.mp3. They have sent a sentinel. There is a huge footprint in the ground. It's bigger than I am.
Present.mp3. But I know what the lanky ones were praying for now. I guess. We are a welcome present. For their gods.
Studies.mp3. But he studied them and their methods. That's where the white fire comes from. And the artifacts.
Devil of the Depths.mp3. He made a pact with the devil of the depths. Almost. Reading their books is not right. It's toxic knowledge and should be burned.
Helpful.mp3. But it was helpful in the apocalypse. I give him that. It protected us from the monsters.
Belias' Followers.mp3. But I wouldn't be surprised if the Followers of Belias are behind it all. There has always been darkness in them. They are the darkness.
Light and Darkness.mp3. The Order is Light and the Followers of Belias are Darkness. That's what we got taught and how it has always been.
Even.mp3. Rumble doesn't know. This is something he doesn't know, how the apocalypse started. We are even there.
Outsider?.mp3. He is not a follower of Belias, but he is not a member of The Order, either. He is an outsider?
Free?.mp3. No, he lived in Ponyville and worked in Canterlot Castle. But he belongs to neither group.
Outlaw.mp3. He is an outlaw, one of the miserable, unsignificant lives that roam the streets without a purpose or direction in life. We are at war with the Followers of Belias, but those maggots are worse than them.
Leave.mp3. I will leave him tonight, when he sleeps. I'll steal myself away. The members of The Order are supposed to be honest, not sneaky, but everything is different now. They will forgive me. If any of them are left.
Leaving the Traitor.mp3. It's late at night. I plundered Rumble's backpack and will leave. I should cut his throat while he sleeps, he refuses to be a member of The Order and he took advantage of the forbidden, toxic knowledge, he would deserve it and The Order would commend me for it. But he helped me and that's why he gets to live.
Dump.mp3. Once I have reached the ocean, I will dump this book into the water. The knowledge must never be used.
Gotten Away.mp3. The time of the former sunrise. Rumble has not caught up with me. He hasn't noticed anything. And if he did, it's too late.
Anti-Loop.mp3. I was not looped back to the town. The knowledge of the book prevented it. I hated using it, but it was to get a chance to destroy it, so it was okay. I used their methods against them.
Recovery.mp3. I was running the entire night. What's left of it. I will need a place to recover and sleep. A hidden place.
Treehouse.mp3. I sleep in a treehouse now. I've seen it in Ponyville once. But what is it doing here?
Ready.mp3. I get ready for the night. What used to be the night, I mean. I need to find different words for this someday.
Snack.mp3. I woke up and it's still night. The time, I mean. The clock of my phone says 10 PM. I slept for ten hours. I'll eat some of the food I took and then go back to sleep.
Peace?.mp3. The forest is so peaceful. It's almost like back in the days, like it used to be. A good sign? Anyway, I go back to sleep.
Sunrise Time.mp3. It's the time of the sunrise again. I just woke up. My sleeping bag smells. I wish there would be a way to wash it. Or myself.
Six Months.mp3. Why did I stop saying “Daytime” and “Night-Time” instead of “Day” and “Night”? I guess I still haven't gotten used to all of this... it's only been six months now.
Smelly Sleeping Bag Time.mp3. “Sunrise Time” sounds nice. Or maybe I should call it “Smelly Sleeping Bag Time”. Not appetizing, but it would fit.
Black Sky.mp3. You have no idea how it feels to wake up to complete darkness every day. To stare up at a black sky once you open your eyes. Or maybe you do. Who will even find these messages? Will someone ever find them?
Song.mp3. I hear someone singing. A beautiful, young voice. It soothes my heart and feels just as peaceful as this forest.
Singer.mp3. Should I follow it? Should I find out who is singing there? But there have been so many bad surprises... What if this is a trap?
Gnarly.mp3. The trees look gnarly, not majestic. A contrast to the song. But there is still something heavenly about them.
Desire for the Melody.mp3. I want to find this song. The singer, I mean. Maybe I can record it with my phone?
Blue Light.mp3. There is light here. It surrounds her and wavers through the air. Blue light and it dances to the music. I want to stay.
Beauty.mp3. I join her on the rock. There is enough space. She looks at me. A beautiful, young filly. But I haven't seen her before. Or did I?
Anger.mp3. Now she looks angry. Her purple and pink mane gets flung through the air as she turns at me with haste.
Grimace.mp3. Her face turns into a grimace, dark and evil, but only for a moment. Has she demons to fight?
Shove.mp3. She shoves me off the rock and I splash into the water. No issue, but it hurt. She tells me to go away, again. I need to learn, she says, but not here. I obey.
Alone again.mp3. I am alone again, but maybe that's better. I don't know what this filly wants from me. Maybe I better don't find out.
Goal.mp3. I am here. The Eastern Ocean. The book has been dumped already. Toxic snake knowledge, be gone. But I need a place to sleep. It's been a long day.
Beach.mp3. There is a beach here, white and beautiful. I sleep between some rocks. I can hear the ocean waves from here.
Sound.mp3. They already lull me to sleep. The sound of my home. Good Pre-Smelly Sleeping Bag Time. I promise I will get better at this.
First.mp3. First, I wash my sleeping bag. There is plenty to do today, but this needs to be taken care of.
Sea Monsters.mp3. I didn't see monsters in the ocean. But this doesn't mean there aren't any. I'm sure of it.
Ocean Hike.mp3. I wander along the beach and the ocean. Licky is still at my side, in case you wondered.
City of Wonders.mp3. “Manehattan, the City of Wonders” they used to call it. Now there won't be wonders anymore, only horrors.
Coastline.mp3. I stay at the coastline and the edges of the city. No need to venture into the heart of the beast.
Lights.mp3. Who lights up the tower, I mean, skyscraper? But it's in the center, I won't go and look.
The Gods.mp3. Something spoke through me and said the gods will come. Is this where they are supposed to land? Does the “lighthouse” show them the spot?
Destruction.mp3. I'm at the harbor. There are many boats here, but all of them are destroyed. Least as far as I can see.
Wrong.mp3. No, all the boats are destroyed. I went through the entire harbor and there is none left. The warehouses are empty, not even a boat in repair is here.
Venture.mp3. I'll have to venture into the heart of the city, after all. But this requires some thought. I don't know what awaits me.
Warehouse.mp3. For now, I sleep in one of the warehouses. Big, sturdy doors, made of metal. Nothing can get in here.
No.mp3. I mulled it over. The decision is no. But I have no food anymore, so I have no choice but to go anyway.
Cars.mp3. I haven't seen cars in a while. There was only one in Canterlot. That's strange, now that I think about it. But there are many cars here. The streets are littered.
Inside.mp3. Inside the tower. The lamps are dancing. They are swinging on their own, but it looks like they're dancing.
Elevator.mp3. The elevators still work. There is a mall on the upper floors, the sign says. I will be going there.
7th Floor.mp3. I'm on the 7th floor. Still far away from the mall. Something is prowling the hallways here.
Stalker.mp3. I hear it growling while it stalks the hallways and searches for me. It saw me once, but I could run away and hide.
Wolf.mp3. It's like a wolf, but ten times bigger. It's neck almost touches the ceiling. Might be my chance, but it's also strong.
Hungry.mp3. It must be hungry. And it likes bird, I can tell. I am hungry, too, but I can't eat here, even if I had anything.
Weapon.mp3. I don't have fire or anything else I could use as a weapon. Not that it would matter with that size. Licky isn't strong enough to fight it. So sneaking it is.
Beverage.mp3. A beverage company. The vending machine blinks and sometimes makes a sound. It distracts the thing. I sneak past.
Pain.mp3. This was the second time I slept under a desk. It reminds me on how all of this started. Now I sleep on an elevator, which is better.
Pull.mp3. I'm worried it could pull at the elevator while we sleep. But there is no choice. Goodnight.
Red.mp3. Red-flickering lights are the first thing I see when I wake up. I didn't notice them last night.
Cooking.mp3. But cooking reminds me of him... the traitor. It would spoil my appetite if I weren't so hungry.
Peaceful.mp3. There is no monster up here, as far as I can see. The restaurant spans across the entire floor and the kitchen was empty. Not even creepy, dancing food.
Problem.mp3. We are sated, but the elevators are still a problem. There was not much food in the kitchen anymore, just enough for the two of us.
Endless2.mp3. Still no end. We sleep here for the night. We are out in the open here, hopefully nothing comes up the staircase.
Upwards.mp3. It leads further up the stairs. I can't see how far. I hope it didn't go where we have to go.
Impossibility.mp3. This staircase is higher than it's supposed to be. It doesn't fit into the skyscraper, I'm sure.
Cart.mp3. I race a shopping cart through a grocery store while filling it with food. It can't hurt to have some fun in the apocalypse, while you can.
Watch.mp3. Something watches us. I suddenly feel like the food has eyes, but when I look at it to check, there's nothing.
Food.mp3. Tomatoes, oranges, vegetables, fruits, it all goes in. Some fish for myself and some raw meat for Licky. I still don't understand why it hasn't spoiled yet, but everything goes.
Smash.mp3. I could smash a window, but flying down from that high with a heavy backpack? Plus, I'm getting hungry again.
Door.mp3. Something smashes against the door, from the outside. Whatever it is, it can't be worse than what's in here, but I'm not taking any chances.
Furniture.mp3. We hide in a furniture store. There are many beds here. Least our night will be comfy.
Barricaded.mp3. We barricaded the door as best as we could. There is many furniture here to do that, the heavy wardrobe helps.
Fortress.mp3. Now we have to hold out, eat and hope for the best. Maybe the door will open again. You can never know.
No Light.mp3. It's dark up here, by the way. There's no electricity here. The skyscraper still glows, but there's no electricity in here. It's a contradiction.
Silence.mp3. I go silent, I don't want to attract something. If anything interesting happens, you'll hear from me. I need to talk to someone.
Rattling.mp3. Something rattles at the wardrobe. It woke us up. It can't seem to get in here, I think.
Eyeball.mp3. What even happened to the eyeball? The floating one? It followed me to the tower, then was gone. What did it want? Why did it disappear again and never come back?
Insanity.mp3. Always trying the same thing and expecting different results is a sign of insanity. But that might make it more dangerous.
Name.mp3. Her name is Babs. Glad that there's at least time to introduce each other in the apocalypse.
Checked.mp3. She checked here to see who hides inside. But she couldn't crack the wardrobe. Her sword isn't good.
Rusty Metal.mp3. It's more a piece of scrap metal than a sword, really. She made it herself. It's nothing like the sword the traitor gave me.
Ghost Thing.mp3. There is a ghost up here, she says. Or something like that. I didn't really understand her explanation.
Down and Up.mp3. It's something about moving on the stairs. We go three flights down and three flights up. Suddenly we are deeper than before.
Chaos.mp3. Three up, five down, seven up. It's like a safe combination. But I don't think there will be a treasure here.
Immune.mp3. The slime trail just keeps going constantly up the stairs. I guess it doesn't have to play this game.
Dimensions.mp3. Babs says it has to. The thing that makes it. The slime trail is constant, but it has to skip between the dimensions anyway.
Spare.mp3. But why did it spare me? It probably just didn't know I was here. It's dark here, after all.
Hideout.mp3. We talk about boats. Babs says she knows where to find one. But first, we go into her hideout.
Boat.mp3. It's a comfy place. It already looks like a boat here, but Babs says it's really just the design of the building. Manehattan has weird architecture. At least the statues don't turn alive here, because there aren't any.
Settling.mp3. We get settled in. Babs says it's too dangerous to go outside for the rest of the “night”. She doesn't explain why, but I trust her knowledge. Goodnight.
Breakfast.mp3. She makes breakfast. It doesn't look like she can cook, but you aren't picky in the apocalypse.
Realm.mp3. I ask Babs what was out there last night. She says it's the arbiter of the world realm. Whatever this means.
Confusion.mp3. Everything here is confusing. More than it usually is. But I have no choice but to trust.
Flesh.mp3. Flesh abominations with limbs that look like they're coming straight out of a butchery. There is no skin. They emit light. The center of their body glows.
Heart.mp3. Their limbs come out of their heart. Spider-like, but more than eight, many more. How can they walk? How do these legs not get in the way of each other?
Shipping.mp3. It's a boat museum. A nautic one. With all nautic vehicles that ever existed. A shipping museum.
Rolling.mp3. Their eyes are rolling in their skull sockets. They are all that's left of their old bodies.
Foresight?.mp3. “The bones will always return to their place of living.” The Order has taught me that. What does it mean? Did they all know about it?
Bony.mp3. You shatter their body bodies and they put themselves together again, instantly. Dark magic at work.
Captain.mp3. The ship is in the ocean. The skeleton crew gets into position and grabs the oars. I'm a captain now?
Story.mp3. But will someone ever hear the story about Silverstream, the captain and her undead crew in a world without light?
Southwards.mp3. We sail over the ocean, southwards. I'm the unwilling captain of a crew of undead pirates. I didn't sleep last night...
Number.mp3. How often can a hippogriff go insane? My mind has been broken and broken again. How much is still left of the shards?
Guard.mp3. If something does, will they protect me? What has Babs told them? I didn't understand the words.
Frantic.mp3. Licky hears them, too, I think. He runs all over the deck, frantically and nervous. It's not just me.
Five.mp3. Five days have passed. The voices return every day. They probe, they want to keep me from it. They don't want that I see my home.
Horrible.mp3. Did something horrible happen there? It can't be more horrible than what I've already seen...
Loyal Friend.mp3. Licky says I'm not. He talks in his own way. I should appreciate him more. He is the only one who stays.
Peace.mp3. We have five more days. I will get more sleep. There is not much to do here. At least the ocean doesn't deliver any monsters. Maybe it is the only peaceful place left.
Light.mp3. We see a light sometimes. It can't be the light of Manehattan. It's too far away now. And it disappears again.
Three.mp3. We've seen it the first time three days ago. I didn't know what to make of it. But it returns too often. It wants something from us.
Land.mp3. It's pitchblack and the sand is grey. It's the same here, isn't it? But we go on land. We have travelled for so long...
Difference.mp3. It wasn't like this on the beach near Manehattan. The sand was normal there, but here it's not.
Skull.mp3. The palace on the mountain is different, too. It looks like a skull now. How can I see it? The eye holes, the nose and the mouth, they are darker. Blacker. Like a different shade of darkness.
Storm.mp3. It is like the Storm King has returned. But I doubt that even he could survive in this world.
Passage.mp3. The old passageway must still be there. It's too concealed for even the powers of this new world to block it.
Dive.mp3. I dive down. I expect to find nothing else than what is here, but I have to see my home. Even if it is for the last time.
Normal.mp3. It's dark down here, but that's normal. The depths of the ocean are always dark. Finally, I can see normal darkness.
Seaquestria.mp3. There are lights here, everywhere. Seaquestria is brightly lit, like it has always been.
Terramar.mp3. Terramar is not here, my other siblings aren't. I don't see any hippogriffs from the surface. But I need to see my mom.
Same.mp3. Mom is here and she's the same as she always was. She welcomed me back with the same words. Then she made pizza. Everything is normal.
Gone.mp3. Dad, Terramar, my siblings... I asked about them and they are gone. So are the other hippogriffs. No one on the surface survived.
Changes.mp3. My mom's face changes, but it's not grief anymore. Why is she angry at me? Why the madness?
Bones.mp3. I have stepped on their bones and grinded them to dust, she says... No... I would never... I would remember...
Memory.mp3. She says I don't need to remember. She remembers it all well enough. How I stepped on the other hippogriffs in school, ripped out their feathers, made them squeal in pain... I-I did all of this?
Sweet Child.mp3. I was never a sweet child, she says. I plagued everyone, I tormented and stole, I hurt and I destroyed... My teachers, my friends, everyone. No... It must be a nightmare.
Torrent.mp3. I was a beast, a monster... For my entire life... She lets those words rain down on me. They hurt. They are wrong.
Crimes.mp3. There were the bleeding children, the broken bones... The hippogriff foals who went missing in the ocean... All done by me... No...
Cover.mp3. How they always had to cover for me, how Queen Novo pardoned me nearly every day... I don't remember this... But something rings true. Something moves in my heart.
Matter of Time.mp3. It was only a matter of time until I would do all this. They should have drowned me in the ocean before it was too late. Her words...
Destiny.mp3. I need to accept my fate. Everything is too late, I need to embrace who I am, now. I need to find and accept my destiny. She says those words and I'm beginning to understand.
Mirrors.mp3. I am back in this room. The mirrors shine in the light of my lamp. Everything is as it should be. I finally understand.
Fat, Thin and Ridiculous.mp3. I am fat here, I am thin there, I look ridiculous. It doesn't offend me anymore.
Abomination.mp3. I see myself with brown-stained fur, a head half-skeleton and a beak that almost falls off. It's who I am. I am not disgusted anymore.
My True Self.mp3. I accept who I am. And why I am here. I will step through the mirror and become one with the monster, my true self. . . . Author's Note Silverstream's story is not over. You can listen to more of her messages here: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/539357/the-sky-is-gone-acceptance
Explosion.mp3. There have been rumblings... explosions, from above, on the surface. I don't know if the monsters play, or...
Occurrence.mp3. They happen daily now. It's like the world is getting more destroyed than it already has.
Cracks.mp3. The cave is shaking and trembling violently today. The walls have cracks. Alright, I go up.
Foals.mp3. The foals grin at me, wickedly. Then they dissolve, disappear in front of my eyes, like rotting, purple jelly.
Rubble and Dust.mp3. Now I'm resting again. There is nothing here, the floor is nothing but rubble and dust, but if you just got chased, you don't care.
Desolate.mp3. The world looks desolate up here. Now it's bright, because of all the lava between the houses. Did I do this?
Play.mp3. The foals have returned to the playground. You probably imagine them as cute, but they look creepy and disturbing.
Plow.mp3. It plows through the houses like it's harvest day, but nothing gets harvested. Only ashes and rubble remain.
Screams.mp3. All of my mind screams to just lie down and do nothing ever again. But Rumble started something.
Friends....mp3. At least Canterlot would be normal again. And maybe the same will work with Ponyville? I could see my friends again. Isn't this what I want?
Whereabouts.mp3. Now there are all those creepy foal ghosts, a lava giant and a bouncing meatball. But where is the rest?
Sneak.mp3. I don't want to wait anymore. There is no sewer cover here, but the back alley has to lead somewhere.
Solid Black.mp3. I woke up in complete darkness, but this time it's different. No matter where I shine my flashlight, there is nothing that reflects it.
Hours of Nothingness.mp3. The ground is soft and I can go into a direction for hours and find nothing.
Gee.mp3. “Gee, do you even understand what 'friendship' means? I am a way better friend than you are!” The base of the statue has an inscription on it.
Ill.mp3. I don't understand what this means and I have never seen this filly before. But I suddenly feel ill...
Skin.mp3. Bloody and slimy. Why do they peel off the skin before the ritual? But the holy fire takes care of it.
Belias.mp3. If somecreature had shown me white fire a few months ago, I would have declared them a follower of Belias. How did he know all of these things?
Sparkle.mp3. It must sparkle, he said. You must be able to eat from it. I wouldn't, but that's what he said.
Pure.mp3. Now the church lights up. It's a beautiful, white light, even purer than the fire from the artifacts.
Lights On.mp3. The sewers are full of light, too, now. I would move in here, if it weren't for the smell.
Curious.mp3. The foals watch me curiously, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, forehooves between their hindlegs. For once they look cute.
Devils.mp3. Little devils sitting around a round table. They don't see me, but their cackles give my heart chills and make it pound faster.
Endless.mp3. This corridor goes on and on. Wet walls, dirty, made from mud and soil. It's a wonder nothing collapses.
Something Else.mp3. Maybe I'll find something else. Something I won't like. Or worse... something I do.
Hum.mp3. They have wings on their back and a scorpion stinger between them. Their mouths don't move, but there is a humming sound.
Tongue.mp3. He's on their backs. Tongue poking into their necks and ripping out flesh by the truckload.
Lava.mp3. We stand in a room that is almost just lava. Only a narrow path leads around it. Fiery bubbles rise and every time they top, an eye comes out of it and laughs. Then it pops, too.
Eyecatching.mp3. The eye floats in the corner now. It smiles. It doesn't have a mouth, but it smiles. Don't ask how I know that.
Splash.mp3. I splash the purple liquid over it and it goes up in smoke. I hope it wasn't a waste. But I take no chances.
Hangover?.mp3. All around me, there are foals lying with bloated bellies. They even drool. There were more worms yesterday than the first two times.
Mischief.mp3. They are mischievous, but they don't harm me. They just come to eat. Like a friend who only comes to your house to empty the fridge.
Giant.mp3. The lava giant is back. And the foals go to fight. But will they even stand a chance this time?
Lost.mp3. Defeated. Now the ground is littered with foal corpses, but not really corpses, because ghosts don't have them.
Decay.mp3. Their bodies slowly dissolve into liquid, while their faces stare up with that same, haunting expression they had in their last moment.
Keeping Together.mp3. A dark mind is bad when you live in a world of darkness. Especially when you might be the only one who can save it. But I am fine now.
Bloodfalls.mp3. Rumble and I have seen waterfalls made of blood. Bloodfalls. Is one of them where I have to go?
Shadow?.mp3. Who is the shadow? The last time a shadow was freed, the world almost became what it is now.
Chance.mp3. But it can't become worse... right? Either everything will become normal again or nothing will happen. I have to go and try.
Clues.mp3. The bloodfalls and a clock are the only clues I have... And the only clock I know in Canterlot is in the clocktower, but nothing was there. The bloodfalls are the only conclusion. I have to go there.
Roars.mp3. It roars outside. I can see inside of its mouth. Everything is lava. How does it exist? Was it always there or has it been formed?
Purpose.mp3. It has no point of existence. All it does is burning trees, evaporating rivers and killing the innocent.
Sneaker.mp3. A silent sneaker, go where its eyes can't see you. I have to go right through, under the creature.
Grass.mp3. There is high grass at the other side of the river. I'll get there, but then I have to be quiet. The roars are loud, but something tells me it has exceptional hearing.
Something.mp3. You thought that I was talking about myself when I said “Something tells me”. No, something does tell me things. I just don't know what it is.
Greener.mp3. They say the grass at the other side is greener. But here it isn't. Everything is scorched.
Safe Distance.mp3. The monster is far away now. I can see it only tiny in the distance, but it's too big for that. This shouldn't be possible.
Examination.mp3. Am I examining this world? What my world has become? It pulls me into its vortex. I need to be careful.
Trap.mp3. There can be nothing good if a floating, smiling eye without mouth beckons you to come out. I shut the window.
Her Words.mp3. Headmare Twilight said: “The trial of the fearsome will be where you go. She's at every corner, don't look back, don't look behind, just follow the river's flow. When the blood comes you are there, let it lead you into the lair of another mare. Turn the clock, don't look twice, or else the entire world will turn to ice. Free the shadow, free the mare, and your goal is no longer there.”
Not Friendly.mp3. The last time someone communicated with me, I found a friend. I don't have the feeling it will be friendly this time.
Sacrilege.mp3. I stand in front of the altar. It's bloody again, the sacrifice is sprawled out all over it.
Resolve.mp3. But it doesn't matter. I have a mission, for him. Tomorrow I will set out to the grave. Goodnight.
Wicked.mp3. There is an incredibly wicked creature lying on the altar. Skinned as always. I see a bunny, a horse and a three-headed abomination from the depths of... Nevermind. Let's just get this over with.
Crossing.mp3. I don't know how to get over the ocean yet. I can't swim that far. But there is time to find out.
Moonlight.mp3. When I turn off my flashlight, everything is only black anymore. No moonlight. It makes sense. I'd have never thought I'd see a night as dark as this.
10%.mp3. The battery has only 10% anymore. Why didn't I take Rumble's phone with me? I buried it with him.
Inside.mp3. We made it back inside right before something crashed. The tunnel shakes and dirt trickles from the ceiling. Something massive has landed.
Dip.mp3. I take a dip in the ocean myself. I missed the ocean water. Its salt gets stuck on my wings. Feels better than the icky, sticky stuff.
Time.mp3. It's 10 AM now. The rattling happened at midnight. That's not a good time, now that I think about it.
Slime Wolf.mp3. The slime thing is the wolf, Babs says. So that's how it got inside here. It makes itself smaller.
Spider Creature.mp3. The spider creature lies defeated on the ground. Only the torso, or whatever that is, is left. But Babs says the legs will grow back. We have to hurry.
Little.mp3. Normally, all the little hippogriffs come when I call for them. Now there are no tiny claws scratching over the paths. They are gone.
Fault.mp3. Mom says I am at fault for everything... Why? I was only talking to you so I won't be so lonely. I only tried to survive.
The Awakening of Darkness (Prologue). You didn't pray. But if you did, then not enough of you sent their prayers. The Eternal Darkness is here. What I feared, what I saw coming, but hoped wouldn't happen, has arrived. And it struck us just as unexpected as the prophecy has told. I somehow survived. But the world... the world didn't. This is a cataclysm. I don't know if anyone else survived and if anyone will read this. But if you do, if there is anyone left but myself and reads this record, you now find yourself in a world of unspeakable horrors. I only know little. I survived by unknown means, I cannot tell what has spared me and why. But from what I have seen so far, I am the only one. If you find this record, which would mean I am gone, then you are on your own. But this will be for the best. Sneaking and not drawing attention to yourself, using the shadows to your advantage, is what I found has worked the most to escape the clutches of the evil that has now taken hold of our world. Being in company, even with just one other pony, attracts their attention easier than a single soul all on their own does. Even if you feel lonely, don't search for other survivors. You will be safer this way. The streets are littered with monsters. If you came this far, you have met some of them by now. They are... It is impossible to give them names, even for a scholar like me. They come in many forms. It is never the same. I have seen those that look like walking forks. But there is flesh in them, too, a fusion of metal and flesh like no god would ever create it. No god that is sane. But sanity has left our world, as you will soon discover and realize, if you haven't already. They are governed by something. Controlled by a force that I cannot name. This new world they created is not entirely without system. There are structures, but it's difficult to see them. Maybe impossible to figure out and understand the dark hierarchy that now rules over our world. You would have to become like them to understand it. But you don't want to, trust me. These monsters are the downfall of sanity, the death of every sense, of every principle that ever existed. You could become like them or you might die, but death would be the better choice. If I destroyed them all, if I had the power, what would happen? I am unable to do this, I do not have the powers necessary for this feat. But if I had, would that make the world normal again? Would everything become like it once was? I cannot tell. And I do not yet know if their hierarchy can be broken. They are out there, looking for me. I have created myself a safe place, using the arcane means the library of Canterlot provides, a place that even they and their dark master cannot enter. But I am not certain that it will hold, that their access will be blocked forever. There is something imprisoned in the clock tower. Do not free it. It has been there since before all of this started, the secret of this city, that only I and the princesses knew about. The princesses are gone now, even the Princess of the Night, our last, remaining ruler, had to succumb to this darkness that is far greater than what the depths of her plagued soul ever contained. Now only I am left to warn about this creature. It can't make this world of infinite horrors worse, but if you meet it without its chains, you will not survive. Heed my warning, do not try to control what cannot control itself. This city is forsaken. A being made of rotten flesh observes everything. It watches all of your steps and yet somehow never attacks. It does not have the means to, but others do. Watch out and be always prepared. Carry a weapon, keep a light to yourself and be ready to run at any moment. This is the only chance to survive. I wish I could tell you about a safer place, but for all I know, every other place in the world has become just as horrifying and tainted as this one. Pray, if you must, but do not rely on your prayers. Use your instincts and the tools you have available. Only then, you may survive. For what, I do not know. I don't know if there is a chance that our world will ever be the same again, if there is anything that can reverse the actions of the unholy spirit that has become unleashed upon it. Perhaps she is up there, somewhere deep inside this unfathomable darkness, where the celestial bodies once resided. I cannot go there and I am scared of the possibilities what I might find if I could. Our world has fallen prey to darkness, but who can tell what sits within the center of its power? I won't give up. If there is a way to stop the insanity that strangles our world now, I will fight until I discover it or until I am dead. If you find my records, please use them and continue where I failed. Believe in the light. Comet Tail, Astronomer and Historian, 1038 ANM
Normal.mp3. Everything could become normal again. No flesh monster, no lava giant anymore. No creepy foal ghosts.
Waste.mp3. The thing won't look in here. Unless it wants to trash itself, but it probably doesn't waste food.
Discarded.mp3. They look like dirty, brown, discarded hose pipes that were stolen from the trash yard of a fire department and dumped here. Thick and leathery body and teeth so long they could pierce your legs. But they stopped being dangerous long ago.
End?.mp3. I don't know what to do. If I find a way out, you will hear from me. If not... then this will be the last message you listen to.
