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It seemed like no fragments had fallen down, this time around. After hours of pointless search, she would have to return with empty hooves.. The pony wanders, horn glowing bright pink, changing her direction to turn back.

❝ Oh. How odd.❞ she hummed at the sudden realization. Especially, when suddenly becoming aware of something lingering around. Usually, she would feel this when strong magic or energy was present, sometimes, she could sense people. But this place was familiar, and the unicorn couldn't ignore the change in its atmosphere. Almost... intimidating. After all, she had become more timid, looking over her shoulder as she tried to keep pace. What might lurk around this seemingly beautiful place?

Oh no ! How could she have been so careless ! Luckily, she hadn't crossed the moon bridge before realizing her devastating error. Forgetting something so precious as her telescope. There was nothing in the World that could replace it.

Tracking back her steps, the pink unicorn sprinted back towards the small opening in the vast, never ending sea of golden sand.

There it is! Still positioned on top of a small incline, the lens pointed up. and Galaxy sighed with relief. Finally, she slowed down to slow canter, huffing out of breath. She was never a runner, anyway.

However, she was surprised to notice, that someone has already found her telescope. Perhaps, just curious? It wasn't often people found treasures like hers.

Losing her friends over ages made Galaxy insecure. They used to be so strong, fighting against mundane problems as well as extremely dangerous and powerful foes - somehow making it.

And suddenly, she is no longer with them. She no longer has that power of friendship that made her so confident, no matter what was happening. Perhaps, she has let herself to feel weak. Trying to push as much as she can on her own, but hesitating more than she used to. ( Even though, she very well would be capable ).

Missing her friends, fear of loss, feeling out of place, finding comfort watching night sky - how despite everything changing around her - it hasn't. Partial solitude feels safe. She doesn't push away people who approach her, but she isn't really bringing herself out there - to be found by others.