EQUESTRIA GIRLS: Day Of The Flutter

Day 238. Low on supplies. Knife broke, will have to cope with the overgrowth until I find another. Mother’s shining slightly today, carrying a fine mist of raindrops in her wake. Headed up to the ridge. I took some time and reflected. I lost the ability to feel regret long ago, but I can’t help but feel that things could have been prevented. It should’ve been me. I think I saw a light glimmering in the distance, though it could be the fog clouding my eyesight. I’m going to head west at dawn. --------------