Then, at the apogee of her ascent, Starlight stopped. She spread her wings and started gliding towards the ground in long, elegant loops. Her aerobatics lost their frantic energy, becoming more subdued, more subtle. Daniel realized that this was not just a performance, but a story; the tragic tale of a mare’s rise to power, followed by a slow, steady decline. The sky was her page, and her body was the pen. Every twist was a word. Every loop a sentence.  