You didn't need to dig too deep. Father had been cremated, according to his wishes. Those ashes had been scattered days ago, far from here, in a ceremony attended by thousands of ponies whose lives his creations had bettered. The exoskeleton he used to carry out his later work was slated to be enshrined in the palace. He’d even be memorialized in the stars themselves; Luna selected a human-shaped constellation from his home to add to the night sky.