Gloomy Night

An opal-coated pegasus mare sat on the porch of a rotting cloud house in a suburban pegasus neighborhood, high above the ground. She was lit from behind by a single undulating coil of electricity on one side of the front door: there had been two of them a long time ago, but one had broken down.

In one hoof, she held a roll of duct tape, which she was presently wrapping around her midsection to bind her wings shut. The whole process was carried out without a single sound, nor a single pause.

There was no hesitation after her taping her wings up. She climbed up onto the front rail and stood up her hind legs, wobbling dangerously as the wind blew through her lightning-patterned mane. Had somepony been looking at her from the front, they would have seen a picture of despair.

Without a word, she jumped off the rail and fell like a stone.