She doesn't know where she is. She doesn't know who she is. She doesn't know what happened to her. She wishes to find out, but some things are better left forgotten. There is a storm coming in from the sea...

Struck by a vision, and an urge to quest after the elder Simurgh of primal lore, a lone pony follows the trail whispered of in the papyrus manuscipts of Koth in the lost contient of Mu, follows on pilgrimage after the Emperor of Birds.

“I have seen the dark universe yawning Where the black planets roll without aim, Where they roll in their horror unheeded, Without knowledge, or lustre, or name.” - HP Lovecraft

"The oldest and strongest emotion of Ponykind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown"

Some ponies perceive paradise more clearly that others.