Peculiar natural wonders were observed on Mt. Paektu, Jong Il Peak and Tonghung Hill in Hamhung City where the statue of President Kim Il Sung is standing at a time when all Korean people are mourning the demise of leader Kim Jong Il in bitterest sorrow.
On the morning of Dec. 17 layers of ice were broken on Lake Chon on Mt. Paektu, shaking the lake with big noise.
The Group for Comprehensive Exploration of Lake Chon on Mt. Paektu said it was the first time that such big noise was heard from the ridge of Janggun Peak and the lake.
The temperature on Mt. Paektu that day registered 22.4 degrees Celsius below zero and there was strong wind accompanied by snowstorm measuring 18 meters per second.
The snowstorm stopped blowing all of a sudden from dawn of Tuesday and heavy clouds were seen hanging around Hyangdo Peak.
At around 8:05 am the sky began turning red with sunrise on the horizon. The peaks looked like a picture for wide and thick glow.
Kim Jong Il's autographic writings "Mt. Paektu, holy mountain of revolution. Kim Jong Il." carved on the mountain, in particular, were bright with glow.
This phenomenon lasted till 5:00 pm.
Glow was seen atop Jong Il Peak for half an hour from 16:50 on Dec. 19 when the nation was shocked by the news of the leader's demise. This was the first of its kind in dozens of years since the observation of the area was started.
A natural wonder was also observed around the statue of the President standing on Tonghung Hill.
At around 21:20 Tuesday a Manchurian crane was seen flying round the statue three times before alighting on a tree. The crane stayed there for quite a long while with its head drooped and flew in the direction of Pyongyang at around 22:00.
Observing this, the director of the Management Office for the Hamhung Revolutionary Site, and others said in union that even the crane seemed to mourn the demise of Kim Jong Il born of Heaven after flying down there at dead of cold night, unable to forget him."
The world did not mourn. Nobody thought it was strange, nor did anybody feel there was any difference. Every single person got out of bed to begin their daily morning routine, some less pleasurable than others, and proceeded with their lives as they would always have.
Out of everyone in the world, from Azerbajian to Zambia, only one person was aware something has changed.
He was the Brony.
The Brony woke up with a start, his bed stained with cold sweat. Something was not right. He rolled to his side in search of his familiar comfort, only to discover it gone. He jumped out of bed, tossed his pillows to the end of the room and his blanket onto the floor. He pulled the bedsheet off the mattress. Nothing. It has disappeared.
The Brony was in a panic. His first instinct was that someone had taken it, but he lived alone in a 400 sq ft studio apartment and hardly any of his neighbours knew he stayed there. The windows were still shut and the blinds were down, untouched for months. But it was still gone, and he could not explain it.
His body pillow of (Purple Penny? Phi Phi Fi? Pewter Pierce?) was no longer there.
The Brony tried to calm himself. Maybe he had been sleepwalking and put the pillow somewhere else. Maybe he had night terrors and threw the pillow across the room.
Maybe,
maybe,
maybe.
The Brony flicked on the light switch.
All his shelves were bare.
On the day the ponies went away, the Brony screamed.
Sad story. I know everyone talks about the pony rapture where the purest of souls gets taken away from us but I don't think I could live through such a scenario and smile ever again. Also I got banned for posting a ASCII pony image here. Beware.