“Cursed minarets, towers beveled with curvature, sunken roofs, and cracked buildings in the midst of eternal coal smog. This is what’s left of Canterlot, the golden city, the marble capital of Equestria. There were no more sophisticated beauties strolling the white-stoned pavements, no wise men of fortune discussing their affairs in colorful restaurants. Only gray workers and stern guards scurrying from side to side, corpses who have no time to notice their own deaths. The blazing heart of the empire, which supplied all its lands with luxury, culture, and aesthetics, became another muscle pulling flabby front blood.”

An illustration (by me) for a fanfic (by me!!!). This chapter is still in work, but I thing I will post it on fimfic in like a mounth or something.