The Sun Up North

I wish that i had the courage to get rid of this cursed piece of paper you’re reading myself.
That i could burn it down—throw it away—in the sea, in a volcano, or in a volcano in the sea—or in any place where no soul in Celestia’s green country will ever have to lay its eyes on it again. I wish that i had never written this in the first place.

The truth is that i simply couldn’t; for what’s left of my equinity—not after what i had seen and done—not after discovering what nopone had ever lived to reveal to the world. As hideous as the truth is—i can’t destroy all of it.

To you reading this—whoever you are—i only ask one thing from you.

When the unknown does not want to be meddled with; do not meddle with it. For sometimes; it is unknown for a good reason.

If i had been told this—i would never have made the mistake that got me, and Equestria, into this.

I’ve already done the irreparable by the time you read this—the first war has been won—but at what cost? The one that is now brewing by my fault is much worse than anything else Equestria has ever been put through. For—this time—our enemy is beyond even our comprehension.

I’m sorry for what I did. But i know my words are meaningless. The harm has already been done.

And. If you do not choose blissful ignorance. I am sorry for what you are about to read.

May Celestia help us.