Light. It’s been too long. Have my heavy shackles finally been broken?
That foul, corrupting voice. Could it really be gone?
The silence, both comforting and frightening.

How much time has passed since my last lucid memory before my banishment?
The world has spun ahead without me. Leaving behind nothing but a husk of a pony.

What remains of me in history?
Am I a villain in this story or but a speck of dust in a long forgotten tome?

My sister. Her sorrow and pain are deep scars I left in my wake.
Her trust in me? Broken and horribly torn apart.

The shame weighs heavier than my crown ever did.

My role in this world is something I seem to have lost.

…

NO.

I will bring back my tomorrow. Regain my sense of worth.
To once more let my soothing moon become an equal to the stalwart sun.
Ease the burden of leadership for my sibling, our fate intertwined for eternity.
Guiding our kind yet again in harmony towards a tranquil future.

My story may have been lost to the ages, but I am still here.

The gentle touch of the flowing wind.
The scent of the calming breeze.
Light of the shimmering stars leading my flight ever onwards.

I’ve forgotten so much, but I will learn once more.

Learn to enjoy the little things that I took for granted before I lost it all.

Learn what it means to be a pony again.

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Wanted to draw the moonhorse, but I felt like I wanted to go and draw the younger version instead. Been such a long time since I saw that design, brought me back to the earlier days.

Not sure what prompted the out of nowhere wall of text though. Still, It was nice taking the time to write something, even if it might be a bit rusty.

It was nice to try it out at least.