To Trixie Lulamoon,
I can hardly believe I'm writing this, but things in Equestria have completely spiraled out of control. The court ruling—Celestia's release, the alien nonsense—it has torn apart everything.
Equestria is in chaos, Trixie. It's a warzone. The harmony we once knew is shattered. Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity—they've split into factions. You wouldn't believe it if I told you, but they've all turned against each other, and now the entire country is divided. Applejack's leading one faction of earth ponies, Rainbow Dash's pushing for an aggressive, militarized air force, Fluttershy's trying to keep the animals out of the conflict but somehow became the leader of a pacifist faction that's now considered a threat by the others, and Pinkie Pie… Pinkie Pie is organizing the chaos. She's rallying everypony she can find and making bombs out of party poppers. I don't know how to handle this. I don't know how to fix this. The most stable ponies in Equestria have fractured into full-scale, aggressive factions. I'm watching everything I've worked for fall apart in front of me. Our friendship is collapsing, and it feels like I can't stop it.
Celestia's escape—it's like the final straw, Trixie. I've been trying to keep it together, trying to stay focused on fixing the problem with Luna, but now… now Celestia has vanished from the asylum. The facility says she just walked out. There were no alarms, no warnings. She's gone, and no one knows where she is. I fear the worst. I fear she might be doing things again. Things we can't stop.
The slapping—the sounds—are growing louder. I don't know if it's Celestia or if it's the Lost One, but something is pushing forward. Something is on the edge of breaking. I'm losing my grip on everything, and I can feel myself slipping into the same paranoia that Celestia had. What if I can't keep us together? What if Equestria is beyond saving?
Trixie, I don't know how much longer I can hold onto any sense of control. The country is breaking into factions, we're fighting each other, and Celestia is still out there. I'm trying to hold it all together, but I fear it's too late. It's all too late.
I don't even know what to do with the rest of our friends. I want to go to them, to fix things, but they're at war now—at war with each other. No one is listening to me anymore. Not even Luna can save us now if she's in that cursed warehouse. She's already so far gone.
I can barely keep myself from falling apart, but if I don't fix this, we're all going to lose everything we've built. I can't lose you too, Trixie. Please, keep looking for Luna. Please find a way to end this madness.
I'm so sorry for everything. I just don't know how much longer I can keep holding on to anything.
Twilight Sparkle
Princess of Friendship, On the Edge of Losing It All