12th Dress

[frilly_filly]

[Mayfield, there is a sad pony hanging out on the front porch of 836 Hastings Boulevard. Like so many others, Rarity had the dream the previous night, and agreed to the bargain to save her friends and the home she'd always hoped to return to someday. It pains her that she had to learn about the damage her existence would cause to Ponyville from her

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[inkstardust]

[She stops for a second to suppress her surprise at TALKING PONY, but quickly dismisses it, as weirder things have happened here.]

Do you really believe that you've died?

[frilly_filly]

Well, not yet, apparently. I assume fading from existence is simply a slower process than I'd originally assumed. But I remember the whole thing quite clearly. It was all very vivid.

[inkstardust]

[She frowns a bit.]

I remember it too. But don't you think, if we happen to be alive right now despite promising our nonexistence, that it was a fake?

[frilly_filly]

There has to be something wrong. It would be rather uncharacteristic of Mayfield to simply send us all a depressing dream without following it up somehow, don't you think?

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[inkstardust]

True. My acquaintances believe I am nothing but a fake...but I do not feel like one.

Yourself?

[frilly_filly]

I... haven't spoken with anypony else since having the dream. But I'm not certain that they'd even want to after all of that.

[inkstardust]

Perhaps you should. If this is a widespread phenomenon...we all should know.

[frilly_filly]

Yes, that may be for the best.