You pause on a broken road as the a weary mother whispers the legend of Goddess Celestia to her dirt-stained child. Your eyes grow foggy with tears, as the memory of this once flourishing kingdom—now reduced to ruin and desolation—haunts you. Before sorrow can root itself any deeper, a blinding white light suddenly washes over the land. For a moment the kingdom falls sightless, and a gentle voice abruptly fills every heart: “Do not despair. From the ashes, hope shall rise again.”
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