Twilight sat near the lake, pondering on a infinitely complex concept she had been enveloped in for hours. She was told that to advance her magical abilities she was to first understand the severity of nature. The lake was stagnant, as no movement had broken the peaceful threshold of a world seen only by her imagination.

Is it not possible that just as I am looking into the abyss, that inside there was a creature of a similar disposition staring up and contemplating the complexity of my world? It seems almost criminal that a creature could be forced to live in such a small and simple world, doomed to look up and see the universe and all it's complexity, only to despair. To live in a finite world, while the stars beckon you to explore. You must answer: "Neigh I am unable to enjoy your beauty, as your world is inhospitable to me. I must stay, I can ponder your existence, but never feel your sweet embrace on my flesh." Perhaps I am mocking it, instead of indulging myself in the sky above, I lay gaping at such a simple and dark world such as theirs. As if the amazing world I was blessed to live in isn't enough, and I must look to those below me, and to ponder their misery in absence of my own. But neigh, I am enthralled in my world, so pristine is it that I can find complexity in such an area as a lake. The stars above me supply more beauty than I myself can consume. But just as I see the lake world so simple, perhaps there is a higher "shore" above me, and a strange life form stares at my simple world and ask the same questions I have mentioned. Perhaps they weep for my misery, and realize how advanced theirs must be. I must be satisfied of this thought, as just like my lake creature, I cannot feel the embrace of that world caress me. I must be contempt with my own, in all it's complexity, I shall not despair, as my life is wonderful, and I must enjoy every minute of it.

Rainbow sighed, she had already done all her chores for the day, but Twilight was still petrified by some unknown force. It was odd for her to act like this, but Rainbow imagined it was just a side effect of little sleep for days. Never the less, she dragged her friend to the library, and laid her down to sleep. Twilight drifted into the deep solace of slumber, dreaming of the world of which she had created.