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"Bonbon, the night sky is so polluted with light that the stars have become almost invisible. The myths and gods of old encoded in the constellations, gone. Our connection to the cosmos has been severed, ourselves; abandoned."
"Lyra! You torched a hospital, you're going to jail."
Local mare seen shouting at the clouds.
my submission for a draw challenge w/ friends; to draw what you think of an accompanying song.
https://t.co/LTYkbpOYDm
have you been praise the sun properly?