Dear Princess Celestia,

The spatial rift reopened shortly after sending the previous letter. My body seems to have suffocated inside. Anon is moving it to a more secluded location as I write. I thank Harmony and all the heavens above that Spike isn’t here to see this.

I’m trying to find someone to cast the cloning spell on my corpse. In theory, no one will die this time. The caster won’t be cloning themselves, so they won’t have to deal with the magical strain of sharing a soul across two bodies. And Corn Cobbler doesn’t count because he’s already dead. Let me know if you have any suggestions for potential candidates.

Your faithful (if incapacitated) student,
Twilight Sparkle