“We thought it might be here,” Flurry Heart said. Lucky recognized in her an ancient hope, one that no other pony would’ve known to hear. There had been a part of her, once, that was tortured with images of the end of creation, so that she might be more fully convinced that Equus was all that remained. But if that could be proven wrong—if life could endure even here… then how many more times might life have survived? 