Okay. Here’s a bit of information to anyone still listening to Nightfall.

The last song is a reprisal of the Overture at the beginning of the album, however in track one, Overture, The Narrator details the introduction to the story with the line “Now, where were we?” The Narrator is detached from the story in this song alone. In the rest of the album, the Narrator is directly involved with the events of the story, such as if the narrator was experiencing the events first hand. (or hoof, you silly people.)

The Nightfall Overture is not actually part of the story, just a way to get listeners into the story the first time. The first true part of the story is With Poise; With Anger in its Neglect Arc.

Throughout the story, The Narrator details the events from an omnipresent point of view, but in real time, as like if the The Narrator experienced the story once before and detailing it to new listeners.

Until Arc V. At the end of Celestia’s Time soliloquy in Dawn, a great length of time passes (1000 years) at the end of the track. At which point Celestia reads the lines “But you must simply stop reading those dusty old books… I have a new assignment for you: Go to Ponyville and make some friends…”

In the Narrator’s voice.

Yes. the Narrator is Celestia detailing the story from an outside perspective on a story She heard numerous times.

At this point, the final track of the album plays, Summer Sun Celebration. This track is a reprise of The Nightfall Overture with a few differences. Most notably the “Stars will aid in Her escape and She’ll bring about nighttime eternal” section.

After a lovely eight measures of 11/8, we have a distorted track that screams NOW, WHERE WERE WE?! at the poor listener. Then the track goes all mental and cuts off very abruptly.

But here’s the catch…

Summer Sun Celebration can be substituted for the Overture at the beginning of the album. It’s the same track and the same NOW, WHERE WERE WE motif, only inside the story universe. Summer Sun Celebration loops perfectly with With Poise; With Anger.

It’s a lovely perfect circle.