That one surreal detail was my sole mouth-grip on sanity. I admit, I skimmed the next part, though it was only a few pages of vague impressions and whispered empty promises. The timelessness of Limbo does not lend itself to much usable material for an autobiography. The final chapters focused instead on the reconciliation between the Pillars of Equestria, all seven of them, mediated by the same mares who had saved me.