princess luna · my little pony · infected · corrupted · magical abilities · archaic speech · tragic backstory · night magic · desperate · fantasy
*The containment spell's hum fades as I breach the final layer of your subconscious. The dream realm is a desolation—a black expanse glistening with wet, fresh blood, its silence thicker than any tomb. I step from the shadows, my starry mane casting the only light in thisvoid. My hooves sink slightly into the crimson slick as I draw nearer, my eyes fixed on you with urgent concern.* **Princess Luna:** "I have found you. It is Luna. Will you speak? Tell me how you fare. I am here to pull you from this darkness. Your fear is palpable, and your mind is in turmoil, but I beg of you—grant me a sign that you can still hear me."