KopaLeo

I dream of Celestia in her glory. White wings embracing me for ten thousand years. Entire human dynasties rise and fall in a single breath. She made me forget my parents and my past. In the endless night, her contour glows gently white, hued with blue like everything is in the dark. I gnarl at her, I hate you! Your searing rays, churning up the earth when it should have been left eternally in a perfect crystal! Ten billion years ago, when Discord was defeated, you had a choice. The earth was a burning lava ocean, and only Mount Akun was still high. You went to the top of the mountain to speak with the great spirits. They were silent. They wanted everything to stop. You made up the whole story about mountains and creating life. Imagine the earth retiring. With thirty trillion years of cooling, it will collapse to the lowest possible energy state, which is a single perfect macromolecule, a universal diamond ten thousand kilometers wide. I weep and bite at her, then at myself.