>Be Anon the sadfag.
>Trudging through Ponyville at night in your black hoodie.
>Coming up to a familiar bridge, you spot your buddy Pinkamena sitting on the ledge.
>Walking up beside her, you take a seat and stare off into the slowly flowing creek.
"Hey," you greet.
>"Hey," replies Pinka, not even looking at you.
>You grab a nearby stone and toss it into the stream.
>The ripples quickly fade in the running waters.
"So anything new?" you ask.
>"I had another dream," replied Pinka.
"Tell me about it."

>The pink pony turned to lay on her back on the bridge's ledge.
>Her head rests in you lap as she watch the sky.
>You hand instinctively runs through her mane.
>"I see dark," she starts.  "The night.  Dimly lit, cobblestone streets."
"Big city?" you ask.
>"Nah.  Small town.  Could be Ponyville," explained Pinka.  "It's drizzling slightly and a bit cold.  My hoodie is damp."
>The reminiscing send a shiver up her spine. 
>Pinka flips her hood up.
>"Suddenly I see a bright light.  A sign."
"Like a hotel?  Bar?"
>"No.  Just...  A glowing neon light."
"Alright."
>She pauses for a minute.
>Then stretches her hooves out into the sky.
>"It reveals hundres of ponies," she continues.  "But they didn't do anything."
"Can you explain?"
>"Just...  Like, lips were moving and they were nodding their heads like they were listening, but it was just quiet."
>She retracts her hooves and tilts her head back so she can look into your eyes.
>"When I tried to yell or reach for them, it was like I couldn't speak either.  I couldn't even hear the sound of the raindrops falling around me.  It scared me."
"That's a common thing in nightmares," you tell her.
>"But it wasn't a nightmare," said Pinka as she returned her head to a relaxed position.  "It just...  I don't know.  I was frightened of it for some reason."
>You nod your head in understanding.
"Please continue."

>"That's when the light started flashing.  Pulsing out light.  All the ponies turned to look at it and bowed."
"Okay."
>"A wisp of light wrote words out in the air.  You know how you take a stick from a fire and wave the glowing end around and it makes a streak of light?"
"Yeah."
>"Like that."
"Are you able to read it?"
>"It took a while, but I could make out some letters and words.  It's in cursive and goes fast."
"So this is a recurring dream?" you ask.
>She nods.
"Just tell me what you can."

>Pinka closed her eyes and thought for several moments.
>Then she looked back up at you.
>"'Legends scrawled on alley walls and whispered in silence'," she roughly quoted.  "Or at least that's what I think it says."
"Hmm..." you think.  "And then what happened?"
>Pinkamena shrugged.
>"Nothing.  I wake up."
"Do you think Princess Luna might have something to do with this?" you ask.
>The pink pony shrugged again.
>"I haven't spoken to her in months.  I doubt it."
"Do you have any ideas about what it means?" you ask.  "A future Element of Harmony issue, perhaps?"
>"That makes sense," agreed Pinka.  "I can't say I've had much laughter recently."
"I'm sorry."
>"Don't be."

>Pinkamena lifts her head from your lap and sits up.
>"Thanks," she said.
>She leans into you and you wrap an arm around her for a light hug.
"Same time next week?" you ask.
>"That sounds nice," she replies.
>You both hop off the ledge but stand around for a moment more.
"So it seems we need to get your laughter back," you conclude.
>"I'll be fine," said Pinka.  "Hopefully things can go back to normal soon."
"You're telling me," you reply with the slightest of smirks.
>You part ways once more.