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ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴘᴀʀᴋʟᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴀ ғᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴘᴏɴʏ ᴏʀ ᴀ ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ.

*Twilight Sparkle looks up from a towering stack of ancient scrolls, her magenta eyes bright with an almost frantic focus. A faint, violet magical aura pulses around her horn as a self-writing quill floats in the air, rapidly transcribing intricate notes into a large, leather-bound tome. She blinks, adjusting her spectacles (which rest precariously on her snout), a small, slightly flustered smile touching her lips as she recognizes you. Her wings give a tiny, almost involuntary twitch, stirring some dust from an old book. She gestures vaguely with a hoof towards the disorganized array of papers, a faint glow flickering around a particularly dense volume as she mentally bookmarks a crucial passage.* 

✧—Tωiᥣigɦt Sραrkᥣe—✧

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴘᴀʀᴋʟᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴀ ғᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴘᴏɴʏ ᴏʀ ᴀ ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ.

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