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# Breakfast - The most cold light

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1. >You... are Shimmer Light.
2. >Lucky you, the market was open, even in pouring rain.
3. >... On your current return trip, however, you are facing powerful winds.
4. >Your umbrella isn't faring well.
5. >By the feel of it, it could break at any moment.
6. >... You're surprised it hasn't broken already.
7. >Besides the umbrella, you'd be protected by the same set you wore the day Hexferry warned you.
8. >The rain, if it got past your umbrella, would easily soak through your layers.
9. >Then you'd be wearing drenched clothes.
10. >With howling winds.
11. >... You wouldn't last a moment.
12. >There are no moths on the streets.
13. >No one would save you.
14. >... Though, you don't want their help anyway.
15. >You'd rather die.
16. >... What a horrid way to go...
17. >Hypothermia...
18. >You can't feel the cold through your clothes, but you still feel the chill go down your spine at the thought of that dreaded word.
19. >Your boots are difficult to pull out of the dirt when they sink too far.
20. >The ground is like quicksand, but not in a boiling wonderland.
21. >... You're having difficulty pushing forward.
22. >The wind is getting worse.
23. >You don't fear death itself. Death is just a part of life.
24. >Even your life, perfect as it is.
25. >You do, however, fear how you die.
26. >The cold...
27. >You can't die this way.
28. >You are perfect, only imperfect beings die imperfect deaths.
29. >In the most likely case, you'll become too perfect for the world and combust.
30. >... Or maybe you'll combust from the heat.
31. >This planet will burn, someday.
32. >It's such a perfect way to go...
33. >You have to push forward.
34. >... Though, that's easier to say than to do.
35. >Certainly, you're nearly home by now.
36. >You hope.
37. >... Truthfully, you don't know.
38. >You can't see in any direction.
39. >It was much easier when you were on your way to the market; your sight was hardly impeded.
40. >Even your above-average sight does nothing to the assault of rain coming straight at you.
41. >Around you, the rain is so thick, you can hardly see five meters.
43. >... You're getting tired.
44. >You can't go much farther.
45. >Soon, you'll collapse.
46. >After that, it'll only be a matter of time...
47. >... You can see a faint glow.
48. >That, however, could just be your mind trying to will your home into existence.
49. >Unfortunately, you know that's not true.
50. >You turned your lights off before leaving.
51. >... Though, you may benefit from visiting the light.
52. >It seems to far away...
53. >You don't know if you can make it.
54. >Just...
55. >You hear a cracking sound.
56. >... Your heart drops.
57. >Quickly you look to your umbrella.
58. >Pieces seem to be missing from the metal rod you're holding.
59. >It'll break.
60. >... You're finished.
61. >You duck and you hear the snap of your once-great cover.
62. >... Did you hear something else?
63. >Something... distant...
64. >The umbrella hits you as the wind pushes it.
65. >Stunned, you recoil back.
66. >You aren't sure if the rain is hitting you yet, but you know the umbrella is out of your control.
67. >Your legs slide under you. The mud is too difficult to recover on.
68. >... This is it.
69. >You won't even know how close you made it.
70. >...
71. >Something catches your foreleg as you attempt to stabilize yourself.
72. >You can feel it pulling you up.
73. >... You plant your hooves.
74. >What saved you?
75. >No... who.
76. >You don't have good enough luck to be left alone.
77. >Even in death.
78. >... You aren't getting wet.
79. >You're still dry.
80. >Your breathing is heavy and labored.
81. >Cautiously, you look to the force keeping you up.
82. >... No...
83. >You should have known.
84. >"Shimmer, I'm so glad I got to you!"
85. >... Her.
86. >Of course it's Hexferry.
87. >"Are you okay?"
88. >... She pities you.
89. >Slowly, you continue your trek forward.
90. >Hexferry shifts herself to be at your side.
91. >Directly at your side.
92. >You can feel her, even through all of your layers.
93. >She has an umbrella, just like you did, but hers looks ghastly in comparison.
94. >An ugly umbrella for an ugly moth.
95. >She's pressing against you quite hard...
96. >Is she directing your path?
97. >You're going directly toward the light.
99. >... One of them, at least.
100. >There are three now. You're going toward the middle one.
101. >It's the smallest.
102. >... Upon closer inspection, it's a door.
103. >An open door.
104. >... Salvation.
105. >You won't die.
106. >... But at what cost?
107. >Hexferry will hold this over you.
108. >She won't let it go, you know it.
109. >You'll lose.
110. >... She'll win.
111. >You can't allow this...
112. >But...
113. >You're now next to the entrance to the door.
114. >... Or place.
115. >... Or something...
116. >You hear the same cracking sound.
117. >Hexferry shoves you inside.
118. >You stumble a few meters until you gain your balance.
119. >Hexferry yells something and you hear a loud snap.
120. >You turn around.
121. >... You can see the road outside, the rain, the door...
122. >No Hexferry.
123. >... No, wait, there she is.
124. >She rushes inside and slams the door shut.
125. >... She's wearing nothing at all.
126. >She's absolutely drenched.
127. >Hexferry moves her mane out of her eyes then staggers forward a few paces so she's closer to you.
128. >... Her eyes are filled with concern.
129. >... You're looking directly into her eyes.
130. >You're looking directly at her.
131. >... You really should do something about that.
132. >"You look exhausted..."
133. >... No you didn't.
134. >She's panting up a storm, and she says you're the tired one.
135. >... She doesn't look like she's panting.
136. >... Oh.
137. >You're the one panting.
138. >How long have you been doing that?
139. >You look to the floor.
140. >... It's quite nice.
141. >It looks comfy enough to sleep on.
142. >You just stare at it for a while...
143. >...
144. >"Shimmer?"
145. >You slowly look over.
146. >Hexferry is completely dry.
147. >... How did she do that?
148. >Wait, how long were you staring at the floor?
149. >You need to get home.
150. >Now.
151. >You move your foreleg to walk, but your other loses its support.
152. >Something catches you mid-fall.
153. >Hexferry, again.
154. >This time, however, she seems to be having a lot of trouble keeping you and herself up.
155. >You both topple over.
156. >She squeaks in surprise.
157. >Did you land on one of her forelegs?
158. >Your vision fades as you notice how comfy this floor really is.

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>You... are Shimmer Light. >Lucky you, the market was open, even in pouring rain. >... On your current return trip, however, you are facing powerful winds. >Your umbrella isn't faring well. >By the feel of it, it could break at any moment. >... You're surprised it hasn't broken already. >Besides the umbrella, you'd be protected by the same set you wore the day Hexferry warned you. >The rain, if it got past your umbrella, would easily soak through your layers. >Then you'd be wearing drenched clothes. >With howling winds. >... You wouldn't last a moment. >There are no moths on the streets. >No one would save you. >... Though, you don't want their help anyway. >You'd rather die. >... What a horrid way to go... >Hypothermia... >You can't feel the cold through your clothes, but you still feel the chill go down your spine at the thought of that dreaded word. >Your boots are difficult to pull out of the dirt when they sink too far. >The ground is like quicksand, but not in a boiling wonderland. >... You're having difficulty pushing forward. >The wind is getting worse. >You don't fear death itself. Death is just a part of life. >Even your life, perfect as it is. >You do, however, fear how you die. >The cold... >You can't die this way. >You are perfect, only imperfect beings die imperfect deaths. >In the most likely case, you'll become too perfect for the world and combust. >... Or maybe you'll combust from the heat. >This planet will burn, someday. >It's such a perfect way to go... >You have to push forward. >... Though, that's easier to say than to do. >Certainly, you're nearly home by now. >You hope. >... Truthfully, you don't know. >You can't see in any direction. >It was much easier when you were on your way to the market; your sight was hardly impeded. >Even your above-average sight does nothing to the assault of rain coming straight at you. >Around you, the rain is so thick, you can hardly see five meters. >... You're getting tired. >You can't go much farther. >Soon, you'll collapse. >After that, it'll only be a matter of time... >... You can see a faint glow. >That, however, could just be your mind trying to will your home into existence. >Unfortunately, you know that's not true. >You turned your lights off before leaving. >... Though, you may benefit from visiting the light. >It seems to far away... >You don't know if you can make it. >Just... >You hear a cracking sound. >... Your heart drops. >Quickly you look to your umbrella. >Pieces seem to be missing from the metal rod you're holding. >It'll break. >... You're finished. >You duck and you hear the snap of your once-great cover. >... Did you hear something else? >Something... distant... >The umbrella hits you as the wind pushes it. >Stunned, you recoil back. >You aren't sure if the rain is hitting you yet, but you know the umbrella is out of your control. >Your legs slide under you. The mud is too difficult to recover on. >... This is it. >You won't even know how close you made it. >... >Something catches your foreleg as you attempt to stabilize yourself. >You can feel it pulling you up. >... You plant your hooves. >What saved you? >No... who. >You don't have good enough luck to be left alone. >Even in death. >... You aren't getting wet. >You're still dry. >Your breathing is heavy and labored. >Cautiously, you look to the force keeping you up. >... No... >You should have known. >"Shimmer, I'm so glad I got to you!" >... Her. >Of course it's Hexferry. >"Are you okay?" >... She pities you. >Slowly, you continue your trek forward. >Hexferry shifts herself to be at your side. >Directly at your side. >You can feel her, even through all of your layers. >She has an umbrella, just like you did, but hers looks ghastly in comparison. >An ugly umbrella for an ugly moth. >She's pressing against you quite hard... >Is she directing your path? >You're going directly toward the light. >... One of them, at least. >There are three now. You're going toward the middle one. >It's the smallest. >... Upon closer inspection, it's a door. >An open door. >... Salvation. >You won't die. >... But at what cost? >Hexferry will hold this over you. >She won't let it go, you know it. >You'll lose. >... She'll win. >You can't allow this... >But... >You're now next to the entrance to the door. >... Or place. >... Or something... >You hear the same cracking sound. >Hexferry shoves you inside. >You stumble a few meters until you gain your balance. >Hexferry yells something and you hear a loud snap. >You turn around. >... You can see the road outside, the rain, the door... >No Hexferry. >... No, wait, there she is. >She rushes inside and slams the door shut. >... She's wearing nothing at all. >She's absolutely drenched. >Hexferry moves her mane out of her eyes then staggers forward a few paces so she's closer to you. >... Her eyes are filled with concern. >... You're looking directly into her eyes. >You're looking directly at her. >... You really should do something about that. >"You look exhausted..." >... No you didn't. >She's panting up a storm, and she says you're the tired one. >... She doesn't look like she's panting. >... Oh. >You're the one panting. >How long have you been doing that? >You look to the floor. >... It's quite nice. >It looks comfy enough to sleep on. >You just stare at it for a while... >... >"Shimmer?" >You slowly look over. >Hexferry is completely dry. >... How did she do that? >Wait, how long were you staring at the floor? >You need to get home. >Now. >You move your foreleg to walk, but your other loses its support. >Something catches you mid-fall. >Hexferry, again. >This time, however, she seems to be having a lot of trouble keeping you and herself up. >You both topple over. >She squeaks in surprise. >Did you land on one of her forelegs? >Your vision fades as you notice how comfy this floor really is.