Spike swooped down to land on an outcropping of rock protruding from a secluded cliff on the edge of a valley just as the sky exploded in a rainbow of light. Rarity climbed off first, and walked to the edge of the protrusion. Her big eyes reflected the colors of the glorious sunset.
"If we weren't on the brink of extinction, I'd think I was lucky to see this…" she said dreamily.
"If you say something about how totally dead we are in poetic prose one more time, I swear I'll throw myself over the edge of this thing," groaned Pinkie.
Rarity turned.
"I'm sorry, I just can't believe that Twilight is truly dead," she hung her head dismally. She walked slowly towards the back of the small cave and sat down. She shoved her head between her knees, and Pinkie saw tears dripping onto the ground. Pinkie sat down next to her, a lump forming in her throat. Spike wrapped his wings around them both. They leaned on his chest for warmth (even though Rarity was getting too close to his everything) and fell asleep.