Literature
op. 19, Eighth Movement: Quartet
As Orion sat in the Opal Café in Canterlot, empty except for him, the flickering candle on his table and the ticking of the metronome, he tried to cast his mind back across the history of the Glorious Operatic Empire.
History required a grasp of time, though, and time had gone strange recently – that was the crux of the matter. Every time that the music played from the loudspeakers on every street corner, ponies lost control of themselves for a while, and when the befuddlement went away again, a bit of memory was gone. And a few more ponies would have become mindless machines, Ascended of the Revolution.
Whatever, Orion decided