Dust, Light, The Dark. What do these aspects have but a meager purpose in the creation of life? A flicker of a new sun, the glimmer of stars, all fighting in a winding circle that rotates to survive even though it has never breathed. But there are unfathomable inhales and exhales on the dust flowing through my body. Am I in turn a living being? Do I in turn contain the struggles and emotions of each planet? I feel-I feel that I do…

Let me tell you a story you might've forgotten, or maybe you never questioned how Equestria came to be.