The room was quiet as the last of the sunlight finally began to fade away beneath the western horizon.

A zebra held a pegasus on the couch, stroking her mane. They both stared straight ahead, lost in their thoughts, imagining all the ways things could go wrong tomorrow.

An adolescent earth pony mare, covered from head to hoof in all sorts of strange and swirling tribal tattoos, sat quietly on a chair and nibbled on a stale loaf of bread. Occasionally, her eyes would dart around the room, watching the other occupants, and the tattoos on her body shimmered in different colors. But she didn’t say anything, content with her meal.

A pegasus stallion stood by the window, hooves resting on the sill. He hummed songs only he knew to himself, and his wings slowly flexed and relaxed with each breath. His eyes fell on a figure sitting outside, orange tail wrapped around herself, lips moving in the dying light of the day. After a few seconds, he shook his head and walked away.

But the figure remained, a glowing device shining with all the colors of the rainbow floating in her magic. She only stopped speaking once when she had to change discs in the device, and immediately continued where she left off.

And darkness fell around her, until all that remained was the orange glow of her magic and the rainbow light of the recorder.