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"Celestia and Philomena sitting together on some sea-cliff, looking far away, up into to the horizon, where small and gloom red sun slowly hiding after (sunset). The firebird is partially dead, almost the whole of her body covered/turned in cooled down/hardened plasma (the material that resembles rock/stone), and only a few spots are still slowly glowing with life: her eyes and some feathers on the wings and tail. Celestia sits near to her, her wigs lifelessly open, mane and tail lies on the ground and stood still as well. Her eyes and mind is empty, she blindly looks at the dying sun (if you could draw some red lights that reflects in her eyes - it will add some eerie feeling to the scene), like not believing yet, not understanding what’s happening, like she is not here at the moment. Did she noticed that Philomena passed away? Who knows, it is not something that bothers her at this moment. Her mind is empty and – at the same time -- full of random, scattered thoughts, which is like a pale ghosts slowly disappearing away behind the edges of Oblivion. All the things around is not of her concern anymore, she is somewhere deep inside her soul, slowly accepting the fate. Just like everything else in dying world – she will be next as well. And her soul dies along with Equestria because she is the Equestria itself, the heart of this world, the essence of its life. May be she will not die now, may be not tomorrow, but eventually she will pass away. Until that – this wasteland now is the prison of her loneliness."

Description
Commission thing for here is his description of the picture

"Celestia and Philomena sitting together on some sea-cliff, looking far away, up into to the horizon, where small and gloom red sun slowly hiding after (sunset). The firebird is partially dead, almost the whole of her body covered/turned in cooled down/hardened plasma (the material that resembles rock/stone), and only a few spots are still slowly glowing with life: her eyes and some feathers on the wings and tail. Celestia sits near to her, her wigs lifelessly open, mane and tail lies on the ground and stood still as well. Her eyes and mind is empty, she blindly looks at the dying sun (if you could draw some red lights that reflects in her eyes - it will add some eerie feeling to the scene), like not believing yet, not understanding what’s happening, like she is not here at the moment. Did she noticed that Philomena passed away? Who knows, it is not something that bothers her at this moment. Her mind is empty and – at the same time -- full of random, scattered thoughts, which is like a pale ghosts slowly disappearing away behind the edges of Oblivion. All the things around is not of her concern anymore, she is somewhere deep inside her soul, slowly accepting the fate. Just like everything else in dying world – she will be next as well. And her soul dies along with Equestria because she is the Equestria itself, the heart of this world, the essence of its life. May be she will not die now, may be not tomorrow, but eventually she will pass away. Until that – this wasteland now is the prison of her loneliness."