Through scientific invention, Twilight shielded her eyes from witnessing the inevitable deaths of her friends.
And her wife.
It worked.
For a while.
In the latent space, Twilight searches for an image of Rarity she can still see.
An experiment in dramatic verse prose poetry. Sentences metered in iambic pentameter.
Written as an entry into the Science Fiction Contest III.
Cover art (and art within) illustrated by me.