Fear of the Dark

There hasn't been uploads as of late, since my grandfather's health took a turn for the worst I couldn't bring myself to make any content, then he died Christmas Eve. I didn't know how to feel, fear, sadness, regret, anger, and confusion.  I needed an outlet after the events, so I created this piece in about an hour of desperation to make sense of something.

This pony isn't anyone in particular, not anymore, their pelt is void of color, and their mane and tail is a translucent wave catching the flames colors, this pony has no name, no history, they're just an idea, a feeling, lost in a void that has no rhyme or reason in a place of no good answers.   

Stay close to the light when it grows dark.