Having been actively ruling Equestria for hundreds of years, Twilight finds herself in one of those moments where emotions spontaneously drift across her mind. She wanders around Canterlot Castle in the middle of the night with no real destination or purpose. Walking just to walk. Thinking just to think. It is only after tens of minutes of being weaved in a spider web of pent up emotions, that Twilight finds a sorrowful comfort written in the simplest of words. What could they be and mean to a pony who has seen so much in her life?

(Note: The formatting of the story is much too altered on mobile. To get the full intended effect and best experience, please consider reading on PC!)

My submission for Thousand Word Contest II under the Experimental category.

Cover Art made by me ^^