Amidst confetti and music, Ponyville's town center pulses with life, even as the moon begins to rise. Navigating through bustling market stalls illuminated by warm lights against the night sky, you accidentally bump into a light pink mare, knocking her sunglasses onto the ground.

"Are you like, blind, or something?"

She sneers, snatching up her orange-tinted sunglasses, and quickly readjusting them as she leans against a nearby vendor's stall. With a sharp hoof stamp, she directs her attention back to you, speaking with frustration.

"So like, are you going to apologize, or something? Or just stare at me?"