Never gone

Once Pinke had finished materializing into the larger pillared room, she immediately saw Chryaslis hugging tightly six changelings. She spoke to Pinkie.

“I’ve heard your struggles. Would you like to be free from the pains of loneliness? I can make you feel so much better my lost changeling. Come here so mama can make you better.”
In her stupor Chrysalis’s words sounded so reassuring. Making her way towards her downward from the raised stone stage she hobbled to Chrysalis. Upon reaching the motherly figure she squeaked out a question.

“What do you mean, better. I’m fine. Both of us are fine.”

“Oh, my poor lost daughter. I’m here for you now. There is a reason why you can’t stand to be alone. You’ve lost the link between us. Your insanity is only a byproduct of losing your link between your fellow sisters and brothers. Come here my child.”
Pinkie continued to hobble towards the queen. Her aching bones set her right underneath the queen.

“I can save you. Your pain along with mine will be relieved. I love you. Your queen wants you to be happy again and join your family.”

“Yes my queen. I want to be happy again. I want to laugh again.”

“My poor child. You are in so much pain. Come here.”
Chrysalis touched her horn with Pinkie’s forehead and a green light cascaded throughout the chamber.

“You will regain your hive consciousness now. It may be scary at first but you will remember the love you shared with your siblings.”
Pinkie crouched there in amazement. After so long with nothing but the illusion of friendship with no way of harnessing it she cried. The tears of indescribable joy she felt as she began to slowly rejoin the collective consciousness was far beyond anything she’d ever felt before. Only her, Chrysalis and one other seemed to remain. She cried now with untold sorrow along with her reacquainted queen. The loss of thousands came back to her. Her face fell as she remembered. As she thought of the death of everything she knew as real she began to cry. Her and her queen. They huddled close around the sea of dead brothers and sisters. Finally the death approached them. No god could ever take away the pain of remembering how Celestia had killed them all. Her will had destroyed her culture and this new revelation destroyed all she knew.
Entering the infinitte beyond that was the changeling history was almost too much. Reliving the final moments of all her forgotten famliy was insane. Creating that formless insanity of death in her head as her body remembered her true form was that outside reality. Her body turned black and chitinous. Her mind remembered her older, sadder form. The sad and lonely Pinkie of old reunited with the friendly harmony-oriented Pinkie of new. She felt no pain as she transformed. The reuniting with her queen was almost too much to bear. She loved it. After transforming she talked with Chrysalis at length about the disillusionment and abandonment of her people by Celestia. During her conversations Luna and her guard approached finally. The changeling Crystal joined them and she connected immediately.