THE MEMORY OF SUNLIGHT Equestria used to be a land of color and song. You remember the smell of fresh apple blossoms in Sweet Apple Acres, the sound of Pinkie Pie’s laughter echoing through the streets of Ponyville, and the regal warmth of Princess Celestia’s sun. It was a world of "Magic and Friendship," where the greatest fear was a rainy day or a missed deadline. We were happy. We were safe. We were blind.

THE FIRST COUGH It started with a single, wet sound at a garden party. A small puff of grey mist. We thought it was hay fever. We thought it was a cold. But then the mist didn't dissipate—it grew. It hung in the air like a living ghost, cold and metallic. Within a week, the songs stopped. The laughter was replaced by the sound of ribs snapping under the weight of violent spasms. The sun was choked out by a sky the color of a bruised lung. Friendship didn't matter anymore. Only breath mattered.

You are now in a bunker, u thought it was safe, u thought everything was fine. Until moments later, somepony coughed. Was it you? Twilight and the others? We don't know.

We do know one thing...there's only one way to find out.

Proxy heavily recommended, and as always, enjoy