While Rarity kept sewing on something unknown and mysterious in the depth of night, on the other side of town was Twilight laying down in her bed. The raspberry color of her magic held a book before her eyes as she was reading through it under the light from the candle on her nightstand. "You shall not pass," she read out loud as her eyes looked up to the ceiling with a smile. "Never gets old." Then her eyes went down to the page and she continued to read as if nothing happened.