It was why she loved foals, loved them so much. So young and innocent, their dreamscapes vibrant, expansive, open, and wonderfully creative. They were inviting and loving, their dreams bastions of innocence not yet hardened by the realities of the world and growing up, so easy for her to enter, and they were so trusting of her. One by one, bit by bit, the younger generations of Equestria would know Luna as they knew Celestia, a wonderful caring mother figure, there to shoo away the darkness of nightmares and to impart wisdom, to heal hurts and to share secrets. Her way was not Celestia’s way, and she had come to accept that. In time, Equestria in its turn would accept her. Celestia was there to guard the day, a shining beacon. Luna was there to own the shadow and the dark, to make them safe and to make them known. Already there were foals exploding with fascination of the night, fruits of her labour. If only she had known, so long ago, that this was all the adoration she really needed.