I have no mouth and I must flurry.

”I only want what is best for you my daughter. You shall have the very best. I want for you to grow up big! Bigger! Stronger! And more beautiful than any of these pathetic mortals! This is my gift to you my child. For you to shred your pathetic pony life, and become a true Princess of the cosmos. For you are not a pony. You are a daughter of Cosmos. And I will help you unlock your true potential.”

And so it was. That Flurry grew up in her mother’s arms. She went from foal, to filly, to preteen, to adolescent to fully grown in the span of a heartbeat. And then she kept growing. Her beauty far outgrew all that of simple pony standards, and transcended the limits of reality and reason. Becoming only more beautifull with time, as she outaged several pony lifetimes. Centuries and eons passed with every second, as she became an ageless creature, beyond time and space. Her pitiful existence as a filly becoming so blissfully insignificant upon the sea of infinity, that it might as well ever have been at all. There was only Cosmos, Her mother cuddling her through all of her existence. And aiding her into her true purpose as an eldritch goddess of infinite beauty and endless flurrs.

(For those of you that always though Flurry was an Eldritch abomination: You’re welcome.)