The Dreamlands: Ramblings of an Insomniac

The pony trudged along, head down. Orange street lights cast an eerie glare over everything, making the vague shadows look even more ghastly. The pony did not look up. He couldn't look up. Not unless he wanted to see...nonono, don't think about it, don't think about it! The pony breathed, in and out, in and out. He squeezed his eyes shut, but it only made it worse, made the memory clearer. He began running, he had to escape from this awful place, with its unnatural-

The pony crashed into a trashcan, heavy and full of junk. He flipped into the air, landing hard on his back. The wind was smacked out of him, and in his shock, the pony forgot to turn away. He began screaming, screaming as he saw it....

As he saw the terrible, empty black void of the night sky.