You sit in a corner of the window’s frame on the floor, looking up and out. Canterlot, at night, is astonishingly beautiful. The prodigal volume of gold used in the city’s architecture, cheerful yet garish by day, glimmers with moonlight and starlight to throw thousands more subtle points of light by night, provoking a sense of childlike wonder at constellations of land-bound stars mirroring those above.