In my hooves, I shape clay, crafting life forms as I please. If I wish, I can smash it all. Around me is a burgeoning empire of changelings. From my hive, lines of magic power careen into the skies of Equestria. My whims will become lightning bolts that raze the mounds of Equinitity. Out of the chaos, they will run and whimper, praying for me to end their tedious friendship. I am drunk with this vision. Goddess: the title suits me well.