Angry.

I feel angry.

She did this to me.

I wanted to show them the beautiful night.

It's so empty now.

So empty....

Where is this?

Too cold.

Too quiet....

....

Hello?

....

Celestia I'm sorry.

I take it back, I want to go home!

It's dark!

It's Cold!

Please, this is not my night!

The night is good!

I don't like this dark!

Where's my moon!?

Celestia, Celestia where's my moon!?

Celestia!?

Celestia?

...Mother?

...Father?

I don't like the dark anymore....

Raise the sun...please, for me, raise the sun.

I don't like it....

Little Luna doesn't like it.

Sister?

Little Woona is scared....

Celestia?

Please?

I took it back!

It's too dark!

I never wanted it to be this dark!

I only wanted them to see it like I did!

I wanted them to love my night....

Anypony?

Help?

Drifting.

No.

Falling.

No....

Drifting.

...

Empty.

There's nothing to fall towards.

It's so dark....

Falling?

Drifting?

I think drifting.

....

....

Quiet.

Cold.

Empty.

Alone.

....

I miss the moon.

I miss my moon.

Luna was a good pony....

She protected the sleeping.

Why did she-- why was she so mad?

....

Luna doesn't remember.

....

How long have I been here?

....

It's not so dark.

Hollow lights far away.

They're pretty.

Drifting towards them.

Maybe falling.

Can't tell.

....

Relative.

Where am I?

Floating lights...in a void....

Dead?

Am I dead?

I feel the cold...my body is warm.

I see a light, moving, not a tunnel.

It's hanging there, staring at me.

....

Celestia?

No...her light is yellow.

....

I miss her.

I miss ponies.

They feared me, but they were there.

....

Noises.

Woosh.

Bright lights.

Pop

Warm.

Bright.

Alive.

I'm alive.

....

I feel okay.

Drifting.

It's not as empty as before.

Still hollow, but not empty.

Bright lights.

They're beautiful.

Colors, flowing like water.

I feel like I'm swimming.

Swimming, drifting, maybe both.

Not falling.

I don't have an up anymore.

Surrounded by light now.

Everything's painting the blackness.

....

Celestia painted the sky a bright blue, gracing it orange with her sun.

I speckled the sky with stars, with a bright silver moon.

....

Silver....

No silver.

I wish there was silver.

White, but no silver.

Orange.

Yellow.

Blue.

Red.

But no glossy silver moon.

....

No planet.

No life.

I'm alone....

....

Bored.

Alone.

Drifting alone.

Directionless, like a feather on the wind.

....

Nopony will ever hear that.

Nopony will hear me again.

Pointless now...everything is pointless.

Never again will I see the ponies.

I just wanted them to love me, and now....

Somepony?

Anypony!?

Something?

Anything!?

Hello?

....

Help me.

Rocks.

Rocks aren't good company.

They don't drift.

They fly with great speed.

Am I flying?

....

No, no control.

Falling.

But, I'm not falling.

Drifting.

....

Anypony, please, please, please!?

....

Please...I don't want to be alone anymore.

Rocks are not good company!

Drifting is not helpful!

Somepony grab my hooves!

Help me!

Luna wants to come home now!

Luna wants her moon back!

....

There's nothing to grab.

Rocks, I could grab a rock.

But why?

....

Silver.

I want that rock.

I want that rock now!

Can't move, flailing!

My hooves just flail, there's nothing in this place!

Only nothing, lights with no substance!

Fake lights and these rocks!

....

Rocks aren't good company, but they're there.

Better than nopon- no rock...no...friends?

Rocks aren't friends....

Luna, why are you being stupid again?

....

Nopony cares...

I'm allowed to be stupid.

Rocks hurt.

Like stoning.

Pelted with tiny rocks.

But I caught one!

It wasn't silver, it was blue.

Wet.

This rock is wet.

....

This rock sloshes.

Green.

Rocks aren't green....

What are you little rock?

....

Hello, rock?

Rock I see you...I see you moving!

You're moving!

Alive!

I'm not alone!

Green rocks make good company!

Wet rocks make good friends!

Moving!

Rock is moving!

Luna's not alone!

I'm not alone anymore!

....

How long....

How long have I been drifting?

How far?

How far from where....

Where is here?

....

Rock, where is here?

Where are we?

....

Gentle....

I have to be gentle.

I won't lose you little rock.

My rock.

You're my friend now, little green rock.

....

I'm not alone.

Still quiet...but I'm not alone!

Growing green rock...it's flying with me.

Through the dark, through the black.