In a realm, not so far from the dreams of little ponies, memories lay. A plain of pure nostalgia, for anypony willing to wander. But, alas nopony ventured this far, not even the princess of the night herself, well except for one. There stood a Hooded figure, amongst these globes of ponies minds, with a mission in mind, and a memory at hoof.

Gazing at the globe, the figure smiled, “Laughter, blossom’s with these two…but will love touch their hearts?”

The figure let the globe float away and stared up a it, “We will see…But, for now, let’s begin”
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Author's Note

My my very mysterious, I wonder what will happen next.