To Trixie Lulamoon,

I'm writing to you now, not only with a shocking revelation, but also a grave concern. After everything that's happened—Celestia's trial, Luna's strange messages, and the chaos surrounding this entire mess—I've been thinking. I've been putting together the pieces of a puzzle I wish I hadn't discovered.

Trixie, do you remember when Celestia kept ranting about the stallion in the thong? The one who was stalking her, tormenting her with that slapping sound? At first, I thought it was just part of her deteriorating mental state, but I now wonder if it's something more.

I think the Lost One—the deranged employee who escaped Costco, the one who wore a thong and went mad—is the same one who's been tormenting Celestia. The stories Luna is hearing from the other employees in that hellhole—about the Lost One's escape, about the spreading madness—sound eerily familiar to what Celestia experienced. The slapping, the paranoia, the chaos. I think the Lost One is somehow connected to all of this.

Could it be that this stallion in the thong is more than just a random lunatic? Is it possible that he is part of something much bigger? Maybe this is all linked together—the alien mind control, the endless Costco, the broken princesses, and now this maniac. I don't know how, but I think this is bigger than we realized.

Now, Trixie, on a more practical note, I need an update on your search for Luna. I know you've been looking into her situation at Costco, and I'm starting to worry that we're running out of time. Luna is losing herself, and I can't let her fall victim to this madness like Celestia did. Do you have any leads? Is there anything more you can do to help her?

The longer Luna is trapped in that nightmare, the more I fear she's going to end up like this Lost One—a broken, wandering soul, lost to the madness of whatever force is behind all of this.

Please tell me you're getting closer to rescuing her. Please tell me there's something—anything—we can do to stop this before it consumes us all.

I'll be waiting for your response, Trixie. We're running out of time.

Twilight Sparkle
Princess of Friendship, Desperately Trying to Hold On