The next Masquerade knew, she was waking up, bleary eyed and fatigued and forgetful in her bunk. No armies, no sounds of death and battle, no fire and destructive magic. Just a gloriously sunny day and the ponies of the empire wandering the streets, utterly lost and confused, surrounded on all sides by the never ending winter kept at bay by the crystal growths that surrounded the city. Sombra had returned too, unfortunately, weaker than he was but still had his power over the ponies. 