I am the part that feels. There are more parts to me that do not feel. They smell and taste and move. I do not know what these parts are, but they too are what I am. Here is where I am, and here is warm. I like the warm; it makes me feel good.

The touch is soft and warm. If the touch comes near the part of me that tastes, that means I will have things to taste. The taste can be good or not good, and the taste feel can be good or not good, but I do not know which it will be when the touch comes.

If the touch comes to a part of me that feels, then I will move. If I do not have the touch, I do not move, for I am lost. Since I have been, I have been lost. But if there is a soft touch, or a calm smell, then I feel warm, and not lost.

There are times when I am not warm from a long touch on all my parts. I do not know what this long touch is, but when it is gone, I get a large touch on most of my parts. The large touch is good. It makes me feel warm and safe. I get a large touch when it is not warm, but most of the time it is warm. I like the large touch. When it is not here, I am not warm, and when it is not warm, I am lost.

There are more smells, but they do not come here. They do not touch me, so I do not know them. I know they are not what brings the touch. I try not to think about them, the strange smells. They make me feel lost.

This is how I am. This is what here is like.

I do not know how it changed.

There are times when I think of things that are not real. There are smells I do not know in these times. I do not know where the not real things are, but I think of them when I am here. One time, when I think but am not here, here is changed. I can tell by the not warm. It was warm when I went to the place where I think of things that are not real, and now it is not warm. That should not be.

Here has changed, and I do not know why.

I wait for a touch to come, but what brings the touch is not here. I try to move, but I am lost. I know not to move when I am lost. I moved once and the pain came. The pain is so bad, so much worse than not warm. If I do not move, I do not feel the pain. The pain is the worst thing.

So I do not move and I do not feel pain, but I do not feel the touch. All I feel is not warm. I want the large touch on me. It does not come. I want the soft touch from the thing that is not me. It does not come. I wait and wait but no touch comes. A touch would make me feel warm, but I just feel lost.

There is a new touch. It is sharp and not soft. It is not warm. This is how I know it is new. The touch comes to the part of me that tastes and I get a new thing to taste. It is not a good taste. The feel of the taste thing is not good. The smell is not calm. I do not feel good. I do not want this.

The sharp touch comes and comes. There is a not warm long touch on all of my parts, and then a touch that is hard and not warm. It is not the large touch. It should be the large touch! I want the large touch or the warm touch or a warm taste or a calm smell. I am lost and lost and lost.

The touch comes and it is time to taste but I do not want to taste I want the large touch. It smells like pain here. I fear this new sharp touch and I do not want it to touch me but I am lost.

Pain comes.

I did not move why is there pain now this is not how it should go.

The sharp touch brings pain. I try to move, and I move, but there is new pain in the part of me that hurts first when I move and I hurt and it smells like pain. More pain comes from the sharp touch.

Then it stops.

I am here and I do not move. There is a touch on the part of me that smells and it is not sharp or soft or warm but I try to move from it, for it might bring pain.

There is a new touch. It is sharp, but it is warm. This is strange. The strange, sharp, warm touch makes me feel safe. I have not felt like this since the soft touch left. I have no large touch but all of my parts are warm. I like this strange new touch.

But what if the pain comes back?

I do not know where the pain came from. I move from the sharp warm touch and I feel lost. The warm comes near. It is not the touch. But then it stops and it leaves and I am lost.

I go to the place where I think of the not real things. One more thing that is not me is there. I feel a touch and it is soft but not warm. This is new. The touch makes me know:

You are not alone, little pony.

I do not know what that is. This is not a place I want to be. Here in the place where I think of things that are not real, there is not a thing that should do that. I am scared, I want to leave. The soft, not warm touch comes once more.

Do not fear, I will not harm you.

This... this I know. Not fear, I should not fear, but why should I not? What is this thing that I do not know?

It is so dark here, my little pony. But soon, we will help you see the light.

No, no, I do not know what this is. What is light? What is see? I just want the warm touch, that is all I want, to be warm. Please leave, thing that is not real and should not be here.

I will leave. Please, stay calm. Help is coming.

Stop, stop, stop!

It stops. I am here now, not in the place where I think of not real things. The not real thing made me know help. It wants me to feel safe. I would like to feel safe, but I do not, not since here changed. There is no safe now, no soft, no warm, no good. Just sharp and not warm and pain.

Such bad pain.

I do not move, not when the touch comes to let me know there are things to taste. I do not move and the pain does not come and I am safe but I am lost.

A large touch comes and it is on me. I do not feel warm. No, I do feel some warm, I just do not want to feel warm. Not here. I should not feel warm here. Here is safe no more and it was not safe and it will not be safe.

I do not move and I think about the not real thing that made me know things. I do not know what the not real thing did. It had a soft touch that was not warm, that should not be. A soft touch is warm and a sharp touch is not warm but the strange sharp touch was warm. It had a calm smell; both things had calm smells.

How can a thing be and not be? Are not all things one thing or not? How can I not know that a soft touch will be warm, and a sharp touch will be not warm? If I move, will I not feel the pain? If the touch comes to the part of me that tastes, does that not mean that there will be things to taste? And if not, then what do these things mean?

If this is not how things are, then what can I know? Can I know touch? Can I know here? Can I know me?

Me is all that I have. I do not know what to do.

I am here, with the large touch on me, when a soft touch comes, and it is warm. I feel good, I feel so good for it has been so long since I felt a soft, warm touch. I move, and I am moved, and the large touch stays with me. I am warm, but I fear, for I do not know why I move. The smells change, they are more warm but not yet calm. There is a touch, and then two, on me. This is new.

I fear here may change soon. The last change was not good; I do not want to change.

The touch and the touch press on me and I do not move. At least I am warm, with a large touch. I am moved, and the smells get more warm, and if this is not a good thing, then I do not know what more good I can hope for. But what can I know? I should want to feel good, so I try to feel good, and the touch leaves, and then the next touch leaves. So I do not move, but I am moved, and it gets more and more warm. This could be good.

The smells are calm now. Here has changed. I am warm and there is a large touch on me, but it feels strange. The large touch has changed too, but that is all right. I do not feel pain, so I feel good.

A touch moves me. There is a new smell, and it is near. The touch comes to the part of me that will hurt first if I move. To be touched there is strange, but it does not hurt. The touch is sharp and not warm, but I do not feel lost.

And then...

...by now— Oh, it worked! Can you understand me?

No no no no no.

Shh, it's okay. Just relax, you're safe here. I'm not going to hurt you.

This is like the place where I think of things that are not real, but the things that I think of are not smells. I sense them like smells, but not with the part of me that smells, it is a part of me that I do not know and it hurts! I thought this was gone!

It's okay, I promise. I'm just trying to help you.

I do not know what this is.

My name is Princess Twilight Sparkle. And they told me your name is Well Wish. Can you understand me, Well?

What is that?

Your name? It's what other ponies call you.

This is not real, but it is so real, it is all in me and I do not know what it is.

Please, calm down. Please. I know this might frighten you, but right now, this is the only way we can communicate.

Please, no, please. Leave me be. I was lost and now I am not lost and this is too much.

Princess, he's overwhelmed and scared. Should I—

It is gone. The thing that is not real has left and I am still warm and safe with the large touch. What was that? What if it comes back? I want to go back to when here was warm and had the soft touch and there were no things that are not real. I do not know if that was real.

The touch comes to the part of me that gets hurt first, and I feel fear. But the thing that is not real does not come. I wait and wait, and the touch is still there, but the thing does not come. And then the touch leaves.

There are things to taste. They taste calm and the taste feel is warm, and I feel good. And then the touch comes again, the thing that is not real. But I do not fear so much, for it does not do the things to me like when I think of things that are not real. It is just a touch.

This is what now is like. There are good things to taste, then the touch. I get a not warm long touch on all of my parts and then a large touch, and I feel warm. The soft touch does not come, but the strange touch does not make me feel fear.

Then there is a touch and the thing that is not real comes back.

How do you feel?

This does not hurt so much, but I am still scared. What is you?

You? It's... It's the me that is not me. I am you, and you are you, but just to me.

How do... I feel?

Yes.

I feel warm, but I feel fear too.

I don't want you to fear. I won't hurt you, you're safe.

I am safe?

Yes.

What is... you?

I'm here to help you.

Help me?

Yes. I want to... to know you. Can you tell me what you know?

What is tell?

What you know, make me know it.

I know me. I know touch and smell and taste. I know here, though it is not the same here it used to be. I know warm and good and the large touch. I know that a touch on the part of me that does not smell means there will be things to taste. I know that once, there was a sharp touch and it brought pain. I do not want to feel that pain. I felt lost for so long.

That's good, that's good. You won't feel pain, I'll make sure of it. Now, I want to tell you that there is more to know. More than you can dream of.

What is dream?

Do you know sleep?

I do not know it.

Then it will be kind of hard to tell you.

What is it that you and I do?

Do? Oh, this? We talk. Well, we think, but it helps us, um, know things. Things I know, you can know, and things you know, I can know. That's what talk means. Oh, and we is you and I, if you don't know that one.

We talk... Talk is good, if I am safe.

I'll try to make you feel safe. I will try so hard. I want you to know that I'll be here for you, and I want to be your friend.

What is friend?

...There is a lot I could tell you when it comes to friends.

If a friend means safe and good, then that is a good thing that I would like.

Good, yes, that's some of what friend means. And there's one more thing I want to tell you.

Tell me.

Like I said, there's lots more for you to know. You don't have to feel lost. I can show you more, but you need to trust me. That means that you might feel fear from what I do, but you know that I won't bring you pain, not once.

I will feel fear, but you won't hurt me. I felt fear when you first touched me.

Yes, that was... It was bad for me to do. I can't tell you how I feel from that, not yet. The... thing that I did that first time, that made you feel so much fear, that was called hear.

Hear. What is hear?

It's... like smell, kind of. But not with your nose.

Nose?

The part of you that you smell with. Hear is like smell, but not the same. But this time, when I do the thing that made you feel fear, you won't hear. This time, you'll see.

What is see?

See is like hear and smell, but still not the same. And it will make you feel fear, I am sure of that, but if you trust me, you will find out that it's not bad. It will just take some time for you to not feel fear when you see.

That makes me feel... good.

Good! I'm glad you feel good. We can try to make you see right now, if you like, but just if you trust me.

Trust you. Trust is a hard thing to feel. I did not know trust, in the place with the sharp touch. I just know it now, and it is hard to know. I want to trust you, so that I can know this see. You say it will help me not feel lost, and that is a good thing. If see is real, if I can know it, then I will trust you.

Good. I'm... I will start the thing now. Just stay calm and don't move. Can you do that?

I will try.

There is a warm that comes from the sharp touch on the part of me that hurts first. It comes and it comes and soon it is like a large touch, but in me. The warm is good, but not good. It is strange. I do not know how to tell it. I do not have a you to tell now.

I have not had a you in all my time. But now, when the warm is in me and strange and I start to feel fear, I want a you to be here with me. Is this friend? Is it trust? If it is, then I have not known those things, and I want to. I want to know them so much.

The see comes. It is like smell, but it comes to new, strange parts of me that I have not known. There is so much of it, I can't feel it all at once. But you said not to fear, so I try. I try so hard to stay calm and not move. I trust you. I trust you and I will not fear.

Then the touch comes to the part of me that hurts first. I see my friend for the first time, and this is good.