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[Dawnflash]

Takže ľudia pršia, opäť som si uvedomil, že toto vlákno sa reštartovalo. Na túto tému ma nenapadlo nič veselé, no... čo už.

Lyra refused to believe her eyes. Still standing by the Ponyville Gate with a welcoming transparent, she kept reliving her dreams. So they arrived, after all the time, but something was wrong. There were no happy bipedals to meet.
Gazing to the skies her eyes were filling with a sea of tears, blending her view to oblivion. They were coming on large metal jets and drop pods, raining from the sky like silver poison. Lyra knew they wouldn’t greet her like she dreamt for years…
Then there was a flash of light and Lyra’s tears would never touch the ground.