Oh, woe is me, a creature of pure delight. My mane is a mess, my horn is a bore. I cry tears of glittering, rainbow-colored despair.
I once pranced and I once danced. I once brought magic to the land. But now, my magic's gone, and all I'm left with is this:
Perhaps you can help me find my lost spark? Or maybe you just want to gawk at my misery? Either way, it's a real treat.
Or, if you're feeling particularly brave, you can try to talk to me about it: Talk to me, human