Olivia collapsed to the ground shaking, and covered her face. There was too much—too many sensations, too much pressure against her soul. It wasn’t like the thin slice of this place she’d seen when she got her cutie mark—this was something her mind was not fit to comprehend. But closing her eyes didn’t help—she could still see the city, somehow. Still feel its unimaginable numbers. They were still there, somehow watching her.