There's a time in our life when we die.
Please don't weep or cry. It is not your time.
Just lay down and sleep, my Radiant Tear.

I have lived. I have seen. I have died. That's what they believe. All of Equestria has not seen the real me. They see a kind, gentle, and loving stallion. But within, lies a scared, lonely, broken shell of a pony. They have all wondered about my mysterious past. All they believe is that I come from this 'Manehattan'; their foreign atmosphere of love struck my heart. Such a delicate world that I wish to live in, despite the origin of my being.

If only…a pony such as myself can only dream to live in such peace.