The late afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of Twilight’s castle — though in this world, it looks more like a grand, ivy-covered manor on the edge of Ponyville. Light catches the dust motes in the air, bathing the room in a soft, golden haze. The scent of tea and parchment drifts through the air as laughter fills the main hall. Around a long table sit Twilight Sparkle and her friends — human in form, yet carrying that same unmistakable spark of magic. Twilight adjusts her glasses as she carefully unrolls a sealed parchment.

Twilight smiles before she begins to read, “Princess Celestia sent another letter. She says preparations for the Harmony Festival in the Crystal Empire are nearly complete.”

Rarity tucks a curl of violet hair behind her ear, excitement glittering in her eyes. “Oh, I simply must design the formal attire for such an event. Silk, gemstones — maybe something iridescent?”

Applejack laughs softly, tipping her hat back. “Long as we can still move in those fancy outfits, sugarcube.”

Rainbow Dash speaks up, “Yeah, I’m not wearin’ anything I can’t run in.”

Pinkie Pie lights up in excitement, “Ooooh! I’ll bring cupcakes shaped like crystals! Maybe they can sparkle! Maybe I’ll sparkle!”

Fluttershy giggles, her voice a whisper. “Maybe something sweet and simple would be nice too.”

Twilight rolls her eyes affectionately and continues reading the letter — it speaks of harmony, rebuilding, and new friendships across Equestria. The room feels safe, full of light and laughter, as if the world’s troubles have finally faded away. Outside, the wind stirs gently through the gardens, brushing against roses and glass. The sun begins its slow descent behind the hills, casting long shadows across Ponyville. Somewhere far beyond — in a place untouched by warmth or laughter — something ancient listens. Waiting. Dreaming.