I´ve visited 99 dreams and in each I´ve found a pink balloon.

It all started with a little filly, her dreams tainted by the noises and shadows in her bedroom. I watched her uneasy fantasies from afar, reluctant to intervene. In other times, when me and my sister were just crowned, I would have come forward and reveal my presence. But after I let my petty jealousy overcome me, I become the symbol of their nightmares, my figure bringing nothing but fear.

On those days, I despised how our servants bowed for my sister, praising and thanking her for all her work. They remember her deeds with ease since they happened in the daylight, but my actions were quickly forgotten, like all dreams do once the sun had risen. They ignored my night and kept vague recollection of my presence, and thus my heart filled with hate and I unleashed a wave of nightmares upon them.

My punishment was not simply exile but the painful realization that I´ve the lost the love of those I once called "my children".

The filly dreams began to fade, a sign that morning was approaching, and as I was leaving I notice an element that didn´t belong there; a solitary pink baloon, its brightness standing out in the dull canvas of the child dreams.

On the following nights, in every dream I visited, I encountered the same balloon. Be it a filly or a colt, a mare or a stallion, a couple young or old; the pink globe keep appearing. Intrigued, I dove further into my subjects fantasies, avoiding nightmares and private thoughts, searching for the source of such a colorful element.

I finally found the origin, the grey dreams of a pink pony. There were no balloons in here because she was the one setting them free. Sitting in the middle of a colorless field, she kept inflating the globes and sending them away. I approached her in silence, wondering what could she possibly gain with her odd actions. Once she noticed me, she smiled and offered me her last balloon.

And then I understood.

A thousand years of solitude taught me that respect must not be demanded. I now seek my redemption by doing my duty selflessly, ignoring fame or rewards. And she is the same, giving a smile to others but never demanding anything in return. Her happiness is seeing others happiness and that should be mine too.

We let go of the final balloon, together, let it float to another dream.