Parcly Taxel: What is Tokyo on a Sunday?
 
Fluttershy: It’s a quiet time where ponies and their adorable pets play in the public parks. Some of them have been around for a century, so you can imagine how many critters have made their homes under the bushes and trees.
 
Applejack: It’s a day off after five or six working days. (Japan does not mandate a five-day work week, but some shops rest on another day in addition to Sunday, which may or may not be Saturday.) Freed from the shackles of a schedule, some good and honest relationships can be made and enjoyed.
 
Rainbow Dash: Carriages vanish from the streets, together with their piercing squeaks. [Has Zecora enchanted me?] No rain will dampen the spirits of pegasi as air currents caress their feathers, whether in an impromptu race or while lounging upon a cloud.
 
Rarity: The waterfront sparkles, and the jewellers put on their best gemstones. Here ponies find a time away from their normal lives to admire Tokyo’s little wonders, from its unique haute couture outlets to the common murals and beloved statues.
 
Pinkie Pie: Just look at all the ponies on the train! Unicorns, earths, pegasi, even non-ponies like gryphons, they’re all beside each other peacefully. And when they exit onto the platform they start chattering regardless of who they are or where they come from! Surely this is a day where everypony gets to know everypony else.
 
Twilight Sparkle: Most important of all, there is the magic of a city that never hates, of a city open to the world and its experiences. Tokyo on a Sunday shows this at its fullest, and to illustrate… Parcly, where did you go first?
 
Parcly: The Shibuya Crossing, where I had lunch with all of you! We ate sushi, but it wasn’t delivered on a conveyor belt - this was a more conventional restaurant with pony caterers.
 
While pedestrians obviously have freedom to move anywhere in the square when the green light is on, only one of the diagonals is marked with zebra stripes, unlike some other scrambles in Japan where both diagonals are marked. Still, one second of inattentiveness can make you lose your orientation under the blaring billboards and continuous clopping.
 
Twilight: We bid goodbye to you at the statue of Hachikō, the ever-loyal dog. Then we heard something terrible happened, what was it?
 
Parcly: I felt I was visiting places without any reason on my part: the world’s busiest and most complex railway station at Shinjuku, followed by a tour of the bedazzling shopping centres around it. My wings, if ever opened, could always slap a nearby pony racing to the next stall, which would be an embarrassment, but I wanted to fly away regardless. The fracas never seemed to end anywhere, not even when I took the metro to Ikebukuro.
 
As the day dragged on, I felt an attraction to the Tokyo Skytree, the second-tallest structure in the world. There was something I couldn’t make out in my head luring me there, a wand built to replace the Tokyo Tower as the region’s main broadcasting mast. Finally I arrived there at night and flew up all its 634 metres, where a huge cosmic pony stared me down…
 
Twilight: The tantabus? It escaped from Luna again?
 
Parcly: Ah, yes, the dream-eater! I remember it spawned a tentacle from its body and lassoed my horn. Then all my nightmares came back; I saw Cadance beaten up and left in a clearing, among other things. Fortunately I was left conscious after the experience - but there remains- [collapses]
 
Twilight: Parcly! No!
 
Princess Luna: Let me explain, Twi. I had sensed my tantabus possessing her for her large amounts of guilt, and she was powerless to resist, so I had to intervene and pull my personal nightmare back into myself. (Doesn’t that sound cute?) What worries me is a small portion of that nightmare so deeply lodged in her brain that I can’t pry it out.
 
Twilight: Do you have anything else to share?
 
Luna: I haven’t a clue, but I have three wishes for my little genie: that the tantabus fragment doesn’t achieve a total subordination, that one day she will live a peaceful dream again like me and that she will not become a living, walking nightmare…