Pony POV series: Fauna Luster

What are My Parents like?

They Exist. There is no more precise and direct way to put it. It's like I was just a fantasy in the face of a real pony in their presence. Mother Is the Perfect Existence or said another way the Perfect Empathy. Father Is The Perfect Reality or looked at another way the Perfect Wisdom.

Mother was white. Father was black. Neither were wicked or cruel. Nor were they indifferent or cold. To look at them, was to look at a window into a whole reality unto themselves. When their wings opened, they stretched from one end of the Their domain to the other. Their wings touching and overlapped was true divinity. My Mother's horn and my Father's were each circled by set of tiny horns that reminded me almost of a crown.

Father was logical and rational, but there was nothing machine like about him, nor was he rigid or callous. No sapient life, or potentially sapient life, was insignificant to My Father. To know Him, is to know you are.
Countless Stars shined within My Father, endless possibilities, to look at you him, to be within him, you'd have never been so free.

My mother, oh My Mother, she was wonderful, she was simply beautiful, there is no way to describe the light that shined from her in a term you can comprehend Twilight other than LIFE. I know you ponies like to think of the spirit world as the land of the dead, but spirits have a life all their own!

Oh, I didn't mean to cry. I- I'm sorry Twilight, it's just been so long since I've seen Them.

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