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Prologue The night sky shimmered with silver threads, each star a whisper of forgotten dreams. Princess Luna, guardian of the night, stood upon her balcony in Canter lot, her mane flowing like the cosmos itself. Though she had returned from her exile, shadows of loneliness lingered in her heart.
But tonight, the moonlight carried something new - a presence. From the darkness of the Ever free, a figure emerged: a bat pony prince, wings glistening like obsidian, eyes reflecting the same moon she cherished. He was not of the day, nor of the court, but of the night itself.