All around Twilight, the world is frozen in the dark purples and blacks of that moment just after the sun has descended behind the horizion. Beneath her hooves, the ground is a vast expanse of water, so calm and without blemish or wave so as to reflect the world about her as if she stood upon a vast mirror. Absently, Twilightk nows she should be afraid of this vast void, that something deep and primal in her should recoil at the vast unknown. Yet, she cannot draw forth any feelings, save for a thirst for knowledge that is neigh unquenchable. She yearns to explore this vast unknown, to unlock its secerets, even if she does not know why.



Stepping forward, her eyes alight with the curiosity that only a foal can truly possess, Twilight finds her hoofbeats muffled slightly as she crosses confidantly across the vast expanse of water. Her mind drinks in the sensation of walking on the water, the strange feeling of her hooves sinking ever so slightly beneath the surface as she puts her weight onto them, then almost sprining forward and out of the water as she releases her weight. A part of her mind reasons that this must be a dream, for she could never walk on water, but the majority of her mind pushes that small voice aside so she can simply enjoy herself.



As she walks, a feeling comes over her. At first, it's nothing more than an absent itch, but soon it grows to a feeling of being watched. Worry slowly overcoming her curiosity, she slows down and looks around, her eyes searching for the source of the strange feeling.



And then she sees it, a speck of light in the distance. Turning fully towards it, Twilight stares in rapt awe as the light grows closer and the resplendant form of an Alicorn mare comes into focus. The Alicorn is gliding slowly above the water, her vast wings carrying her with an ease that speaks of centuries of flight.



As she draws nearer, Twilight finds the light is radiating from the alicorn's etherial mane and tail, which is so much akin to Celestia's, and her eyes which hold no hint of pupil or iris within their white expanse. Within the light cast from the Alicorn, Twilight is able to see her coat is a rich, beautiful, and perhaps almost regal purple. To Twilight's young eyes, she is beautiful to the point of almost frightining quality, and yet she cannot draw her eyes away from the approaching specter for she feels as if she should know her.



And then, the Alicorn is upon her.



Slowly, she glides around Twilight, her glowing eyes looking over the young filly before her, her etherial mane and tail flowing in her wake leaving Twilight spellbound. Her mind yearns to know who she is, even as it screams at her that she knows this beautiful mare. So burning is her curiosity, that Twilight opens her mouth to speak, but is quickly silenced as the alicorn slows as she lowers her horn. And in the brief instant, shaded beneath one of the Alicorn's vast wings as she stares into the featureless eyes, their horns touch. And in that fleeting contact, vast magical power seems to flow between her and the Alicorn, the sheer magnitude of it startling Twilight and making her fear she shall be swept away beneath it's vast weight. And yet, as she stares into the eyes of the Alicorn, time seeing to slow to the point of almost standing still, she finds a comfort and kindness radiating from them as if she were looking into the eyes of her mother.



And in that instant, all fear and hesitation flees before the warm feeling of comfort, of friendship, that seems to radiate from the Alicorn. Deep in her heart, Twilight knows that this spectre means her no harm.



And then the contact is broken, and Twilight is left standing speechless as the Alicorn turns, and with a soft but powerful motion from her vast wings, glide away.



And then, with a sound almost akin to the waterfall in Canterlot, Twilight starts awake.