It's a dark cold night outside. I can't sleep. It's too sad. Thirty were killed during a drug-running in the Rainbow Factory. No-one ever knows what goes on there. I'm Stardust Twinkle, and Twilight Sparkle is my best friend. Usually, the only place we'll meet up is at the battlefield. It's sad. Recently I've been seeing scary images on television. When I'm watching news, there's static, then an image of a white star with two black swirly lines intersecting. Twilight tells me that's called a swastika. After that, there are always something scary like a beheading or gruesome drug-running clips. If I can try to get some sleep, that would be nice.