Pinkie Princess blinked rapidly after she killed the ring light. Her performance was over. Her artwork of shape and form finished. For now. Like the mystical ring light, which bent brightness into a liquid arc, banishing shadow and blemish, she mathematically projected her three dimensional presence into the fourth dimension of time, opening portals to new understanding of the heart, like an arcane spell caster shaping the mystical energy of the universe into wonders. She rubbed the circular red afterimages burned into her retina, smearing her makeup and covering her hands with glitter. But i… 阅读更多内容