There is an infinite amount of space that stretches on past the farthest reaches of this earth. There are an ever expanding number of stars that reach on to forever, with their light pulsing ever onwards in an endless march. Empty palms, reaching for a never ending sky.

In Equestria, a unicorn looks at the sky and feels incredibly small. She wonders for a moment how much is up there, out there, hiding in the shadows behind the sun. She raises a hoof and tries to block out the moon, as if that very motion will obliterate all that is threatening to swallow her whole.

Standing on a street corner in Canterlot she shudders, and only blinks again when her companion nudges her. “What’s on your mind?” she asks.

The unicorn shudders and exhales, forming a small cloud. “It’s nothing, my dear,” she replies. “Merely… Thinking.”

A delayed older story that slipped under my radar, published for the RariTwi Bomb.