Ever since Chrysalisʼ attack, sleep had become elusive. Only two days had passed, yet Twilight felt as though she hadnʼt slept in months. Her nights were filled with visions of the changeling queen - her menacing eyes, taunting laugh, threatening words. She also dreamed of losing her friendships and never repairing the rift between the girls. She thought of Celestia, and her cocooned upside-down body; of Shining and his brainwashed eyes; and of Cadance, and her face of pure terror. 