There is a special place in this world for ponies who reach out—unasked—and choose to sit beside you in troubled times. The ones who notice the hurt or the quiet joy and stay with you in it. Sometimes they offer jubilant laughter or gentle words of comfort. Sometimes they say nothing at all. They simply remain—a steady presence in the silence. It’s a hoof brushing yours to remind you you’re still here.
It’s a wing drawn over your shoulders so you can feel the warmth of togetherness when the world feels cold.

These ponies are rare. They go the extra mile not because they must, but because their heart softly tells them to. I know that feeling intimately. I’ve spent many hours, days, and weeks with the broken, the grieving, the lost. And you wonder, in quiet moments—Would anypony do the same for me? Are you the only one left in a world that seems to love dividing, othering, and turning away from anything different?

So when you do see it—when someone chooses kindness—it hits all the harder. Because it means someone else still cares, too.

I hope you’ll choose to be that pony for someone today.

It doesn’t always mean taking on every burden. We all have our limits, and it’s okay to rest. But if your heart has the room—just a little—offer a shoulder. Share the weight for a few minutes. You’d be surprised how far those few minutes can reach into somepony's life.

This community was built on the belief that Friendship is Magic. And I believe those of us who are still here—not for fame or attention, but for the stories, the lessons, and the love behind them—we are its last guardians.

This place is remarkable. Every day it surprises me… mostly for better, rarely for the worst. But every day offers a lesson. Every day offers a new chance to try again.

So find the ponies you want to walk beside on this autumn trail. You may discover they were quietly hoping someone would walk with them, too. I'm finding mine, and I hope yours are not far behind.

Yours in eternal twilight,

Dusk Haven