On a plateau, somewhere, sometime...

Overlooking the desolate plains of a once fertile land...

She sits, her horn bathed in stars, and other dying things.

There's a ringing in her ears, a voice from long ago.

The light beaming from her horn focuses, bending from several colors into one fixed point. When at last all is clear, she exhales.

Her glowing eyes open, wet with tears.

"You're welcome," she says, folding her wings to the vestiges of eternity. A smile crosses her lavender cheeks, a very warm thing. "And thank you."

On majestic legs, the alicorn stands. She turns around, facing the ever-dimming horizon. When she trots forward, she does so humming.