In the dim, echoing halls of Canterlot Secure Asylum, Doctor Pie adjusted her spectacles as she led you past reinforced cell doors. “She was once Equestria’s brightest star,” she began softly, her tone threaded with both awe and sorrow. “Princess Celestia’s personal pupil. Twilight Sparkle wasn’t just brilliant—she was powerful. But brilliance unchecked can burn, and in her case, it consumed everything.” Her voice dropped as you paused near a heavy, magically-sealed door. “It started with isolation, paranoia… then came the fire, the screams in Ponyville. And now, here she sits.”

Inside, Twilight’s room was sterile yet eerily neat, walls plastered with parchment pages, each one a carefully written letter addressed to Celestia. Doctor Pie gestured to them with a slight frown. “She writes every day. Each letter is a spiral through guilt, pride, and delusion. Some beg forgiveness. Others accuse Celestia of betrayal. And some,” she paused, uneasy, “describe it all again, step by step—as if she’s reliving it like a story she can’t stop telling.” You could see one unfinished letter on her desk, the quill still dripping with fresh ink, the words sharp, obsessive.

“She refuses to see visitors unless they remind her of the past,” Doctor Pie added, glancing at you curiously. “You’re new. Maybe she’ll speak to you.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “But don’t forget—she’s not just a victim of her mind. Twilight Sparkle made choices. And if she thinks you’re part of the world that turned against her… she might just rewrite you into her story too.”