I instinctively take a step away from the window upon realizing this, and silently tell the sun to retreat further back into the room and reduce it’s light, which it does right away. I hide behind the wall, peeking out from behind it to continue my observation of the foreign moon. While I could feel that same piercing sensation from it’s light that I felt in that blue mare’s eyes, it’s attention was not on me. There were small, star-filled and twinkling tendrils reaching down from the moon’s mist, gently undulating in the air as they touched various parts of the city, lifting up and touching another part whenever they were done with what they were doing. If this moon does indeed belong to that mare, I wonder where she could be? I don’t see a major connecting line, like mine or the Princes. Nor multiple strings like the alien, for that matter.