An Interdimensional Adventure of Astronomical Calculations

Twilight was happy. Very very happy to be honest. She was currently buried in a pile of books 13.4 feet deep, she had measured, doing research for her beloved Princess Celestia. She had been whisked away from Ponyville the night before, brought away from the small village almost immediately to the royal library. Celestia had called for her help to research a new type of theoretical teleportation spell. A young scientist had recently achieved a breakthrough regarding this type of transportation that involved warping the fabric of the universe to move the the target of the spell for a fraction of the normal energy required. However all of the experts were stumped as to implantation of practical application of the new genre of spell. Twilight was, of course, there to assist the royal researchers in realizing such a practical application.

This meant, of course, upending nearly the entire royal library in search of any shred of material that could assist Twilight in her task. She had compiled everything from "The Little Fillies and Colts Introduction to Trans-Planar Object Manipulation and Sub-Quantum Space-Time Manipulation" to "Haxdom and Wentleforth's Guide to Moving Objects Really Fast, Like Almost Instantly Really, From One Spot Over Here To Another Spot Waaaaaay Over There Using That Oh So Special Pointy Horn of Yours 3rd Edition" This plethora of scholarly tomes was suddenly added to as a small young colt groaned, struggling into the cramped study area Twilight occupied, a large load of books piled onto his back. With an exhalation of relief he unceremoniously dumped the new books onto the edge of the growing pile. Managing to stammer out, "H-here's the next collection of books you asked for Miss Twilight Sparkle Ma'am." Before the young mare had even time to thank the poor young colt, he scampered off, either urged on by his duty to the mare or perhaps fear of reprisal by his superiors if he did not fulfill said duty.

With a light smile Twilight inspected the new books, measuring each and piling them, seemingly in some sort of order, in the growing precarious pile placed in front of her. A little hum of "14.4 Meters now." accompanied a sudden crash, and a frightened and horrified yelp of the purple mare as the precarious towers collapsed. Books flying everywhere, her odd yet calculated system of organization failing as she was suddenly surrounded by a sea of tomes in disarray. Stumbling up to here feet Twilight inspected the terrifying situation, her mind reeling as she tried to determine the best way to get her self back on track, when suddenly, a book caught her eye.

It was different from the rest, small, almost the size of a journal. It had no title on the cover nor the spine. The fabric it was bound in was dark, black with just a bit of a reddish tinge to it, almost leathery in feel. It drew her attention, made her forget about everything else, Twilight simply had to know what was in that book. It drew her to it, entrapped her in it's allure. With a shaky hoof the purple mare dragged it towards her. She floated the novel up to her face, the desire to learn what it contained pressed her ever onward, yet in the back of her head she felt a distinct wrongness. A sense of foreboding, of dread, of doom, simply emanating from the worn cover of the small tome.

With great trepidation she slowly, ever so slowly, inched open the book. As the pages began to unfold in front of her, Twilight felt her mind begin to swirl. The text, or what should have been the text, shifted and swayed, twisting softly in front of her snout. The letters changing to strange shapes, changing position, forming symbols and words and thoughts that had no definition or meaning in her world, yet who's meaning was instantly communicated to her mind. Her head began to ache, the pages spinning in her head as they communicated some sort of arcane and dark secret to her feeble mortal mind. The room around her grew dark, the thoughts of ancient evils, of demons, of plans spanning thousands upon thousands of years in creation, of terrible realizations and forbidden magics. She unconsciously began to mumble words, a chant of an ancient order, long extinct and long forgotten. The mares horn lit up, shining brightly in the small chamber, illuminating the books, candles, and various papers surrounding her. A thin light magical etching, brilliant yellowish-gold in color, illuminating the floor, spreading out in a circle, starting at Twilight.

The ground underneath her began to shift, words forming in midair, an ethereal metaphysical present of a thought, floating and expressing their definition and ideal as the mare was drawn further and further into the seemingly satanic realm of the book. She could feel reality start to bend, twisting and shivering around her, yet she had to continue, not only was the book forcing her to, but she wanted to... needed to! This was what she was looking for! This spell, the execution of it, it's end result! It would provide her with the knowledge she needed to help Celestia and her researchers finish their studies!

A low rumbling filled her mind. Shaking her thoughts, looking away from the book for a second she could see the rest of the room. It's contents jumbled, warping not only their shapes but also their very being. The information contained within their pages changing and shifting as the reality around them shifted and twisted, threatening to snap and break any second. Almost fearfully Twilight turned back to the pages of the text, not stopping her reading, or eldritch equivalent, as the logic of her mind was slowly eroded away, the thoughts and images spiraling into her mind as she did her best to contain the spell as it spread further and further, seeping out of the room as her sight grew progressively darker and darker.

As she felt her vision fade, her control of the spell left as well, it's reaches spreading out farther and farther until she could see no more. Even the book with it's strange and unaccounted for power ceased to pump it's horrid knowledge into her mind. Shivering from an unfelt cold, Twilight blinked, trying to make out for even a second anything that might reveal where she was. Suddenly a deep booming laugh resounded in her ears and mind, feeling some strange and horrid presence grow closer and closer to her before with a light and truly rather terrible chuckle, some ancient being slowly said the word "Congeria" before snapping it's fingers. A brief spark lighting up the location of twilight, her mind reeled as for a moment she realized that she was witness to the entirety of everything, she was contained and present not only physically at the center of reality, but also spiritually. And in that very moment, right before her consciousness was about to be destroyed by the sheer magnitude of what she was suddenly witness to, the young mare fainted, and everything went to nothing.

Reality became a void. Containing nothing, but present with everything.