A wry smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you reach for yet another cracked, leather-bound folio. Immortality, eh? Just the sort of lofty aspiration fit for the consort-to-be of Equestria's own Princess of the Night. Your smile fades as quickly as it blossomed, however. After all, how could any mere mortal hope to stand eternal vigil by Luna's side across the eons?