Black. Rubble. Death. Blood. I did not see anything else. I went too far this time. Guilty. Depressed. Lonely. I felt this way. I went too deep. My actions cannot be reversed. Smoke lifted from the destroyed and dismantled former buildings. A fire was beginning in town hall. There were few survivors.
I need not think these thoughts, for I will be leaving. Somewhere anything or anyone will not find me. I recalled the once bustling streets of Ponyville. Tears. Blurred vision. I made mistakes with very dire consequenses. The Elements magic is fading. The depression cannot be fought. The bearers of the Elements lived. Tears well in my eyes as I near the former Sugarcube Corner. The closest I had to kind parents. Skulls picked clean and bones dry, polished in the fire that overtook the bakery. Looking at anything made my throat feel dry and my eyes watery, reminding me of what I have done.
I trotted down the metaphorical path, walking through doors. Walls. I have no idea how long I have spent, but curiosity always gets the best of me. Slowly, but surely, I made my way to the end of time, space and the universe. Stiff. I could not move the door. I slammed myself against it with all my force. It opened and with a blinding flash of light the contents exploded, blowing me back and out of the space between.[i/]
Discord has gone into hiding, the magical beast. All of Equestria has been affected by the blast, Ponyville the worst.
