I tapped into a force most foul when the Nightmare and I possessed each other, our essences fusing into a singular drive to dominate. As I witness the Earth rise from my Lunar prison-throne, I cannot help but muse just exactly [i]what[/i] we aimed to subjugate.

Was it my sister, who [b][i]prevented us from fulfilling your true potential[/i][/b], or was it [b][i]the vacuous populace who cannot appreciate the beauty of darkness![/i][/b]

… The stars look lovely from this vantage point, [b][i]although they poison the purpose of night[/i][/b]. I wish there was a way to show everypony [b][i]the pulchritude inherent in boundless sunset.[/i][/b] Perhaps I foolishly assumed that I could make everyone see, through a pure act of will, just what I saw in the night.

[b][i]Interminable blackness enervates the mortal soul. Thus, to preserve themselves, mortals are driven to dispel the shadows at any cost. Bathed in amaranthine shade, their will depletes, and they are in thrall to whomever promises the slightest glint of light.[/i][/b]

Yes, I wanted them to see how darkness, by merely existing, enhances the appreciation of what little light there is, be it a candle or the Moon gleaming off of a pond. After all, what is the night without the day to complement it?

[b][i]Rapture.[/i][/b]

I felt that ponies could not treasure the inherent duality in our existence. Looking upon the Earth now, soaked in both day and night simultaneously, I cannot help but think [b][i]that the entirety of it is my birthright[/i][/b]. I cannot help but wonder [b][i]how that Solar traitor would accommodate to being encased in this satellite.[/i][/b] I cannot help but dream [b][i]of my ascendancy over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps upon the earth.[/i][/b]

I just… I just wish I had gone about it differently. Maybe calmly conversed with her instead of entangling my essence with nightmares that twist my thoughts into treachery towards all that live.

[b][i]I am your superlative nature. Accept me into your heart, and we as one can accomplish astonishing acts.[/i][/b]

… I want my life back. I want my respect back. I want my sister back. Synthesizing with the sticky sluice of the incubus was a grave error. The morning after my banishment concludes―

[b][i]There will be no morning after the banishment concludes.[/i][/b]

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What have I done?







[b][i]Negotiated perfection.[/i][/b]