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.