Dust sat thick along the shelves of this long forgotten wing of the Canterlot Archives. Each dark unlit aisle lined with ancient tomes and forbidden grimoires that, likely, not even the Princess of Friendship has gotten a chance to bury her muzzle into. Only the sounds of my hooves and the tinkle of one of Starswirl's bells around my neck resonated into the leery darkness. And even those sounds were muffled by the seemingly endless array of texts.
Its been three nights since I began sneaking into these Archives and wandering the stacks by hornlight searching for it. I know it to be here! That grand tome on Limbo sparse few other texts in this Celestia forsaken archive cautiously allude to—nay, they sibilate in passing reference to it! At its mystical properties, at the danger of wielding it, and, most of all, at its lack of existence.
Finally, perhaps just after the moon was set to rest, I came across the book. I’m not sure what tugged my eyes to it initially. There was no aura, no mystical light, to draw my attention to this unassuming volume amongst hundreds of thousands. But when I pulled it from the shelf and inspected it, I was sure it was what I was looking for, for it bore my cutie mark upon its decrepit spine.
Upon opening it, my senses were sent reeling! Too much dust. But also many of the pages were blank! But the few dozen pages lined with carefully inked content held what I was searching for: A way to finally disappear into actual obscurity . . .