If you can make it through the clouds, I promise you'll see the sunshine. Nothing is as dark and gloomy as you think. Nor is anything as bright and cheerful. Sometimes life is what you make it out to be. And sometimes you have no control over life. But what defines life? Love? Death? Existence? All I know is that life is a mystery, and should be treated that way.

Twilight invites her friends over for a meeting in order to share her true feelings about their friendship. However, Twilight discovers her "friends" no longer want to socialize with her. Twilight, confused by her friends' sudden actions, must find out why her friends left her. Finding answers only leads Twilight to confusion and puzzlement. Are the reasons for their departure simple? Or are there darker forces at play?