>A hole appeared in your Lyra folder today.
>Amidst all the pictures you'd saved and the drawings you'd done of her, there it was.
>You're sure you didn't save it there - maybe it was an accident.
>A misclick.
>Nothing more.
>But nonetheless, there it was.
>It really shouldn't have been a big deal.
>but you knew something dreadful was near.
>you look into the hole, wondering if there was a way you could fill it.
>Could you simply delete it?
>Move it?
>you could fill it with a picture - but that would only shift the hole somewhere else.
>holes are troublesome things.
>Before you know it, though, she's already peeking her head inside.
>There's something keenly interesting down there, and she needs to know what it might be.
>she's a curious minty mare, perhaps too curious for her own good.
>You try to click and drag her away, but she's already in.
>she's part of the hole, now.
>All you can do is watch, as she wanders deeper in.
>The last thing you see of her is the end of her tail, disappearing around a bend within.


>It's been a day or two, you're still posting like before.
>You haven't touched the hole, but-
>why do all these pictures feel so... empty, now?
>they're not literally so - there's still a mare in all of them, all the proper color, all the proper shape-
>but there's no lyra.
>Just empty data.
>There's a hole, where a mare should be.
>you wonder what would happen, if you went down the hole too.
>who would even notice, if your posts were without (you)?