“One more quiet night
Just a very old drawing from the times I practiced in various styles and tried a lot of new techniques.
And drew ponies… I miss drawing ponies. I love them very much.
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Every night Luna watched her dark sky, watched her silver moon, watched at the quiet villages… And that view always filled her heart with sadness. She knew that ponies are just sleeping, but nonetheless felt herself alone in this country, alone in this world, alone in this… Night?
Yes. She was alone in her own little night. But why?
Luna casted her gaze to the uncaring moon high above. And the thoughts that came felt a little bit different than usual.