>Luna descended into Apple Bloom's mind. >The ground was barren and the sky a faded purple. >A lone yellow filly with a red bow was hunched down on the ground, eating something. #>"Apple Bloom, what are you eating?"/#
<"Soap" #>"Why?"/#
<"Because it cleans my insides" >Luna looked at Apple Bloom. Concerned #>"Apple Bloom are you feeling guilt over something?/#
<"No, I just like eating soap sometimes!" >Luna could feel no guilt or shame. No fear. Nothing seemed wrong with the young filly before her. <"Heya. Are you certain that you're Luna?" >I could sense something troubling you, hence the reason for my presence. Apple Bloom looked thoughtfully.
