The Field of Pure Disappointment

I awoke in a strange, serene place; a place which was exponentially different than the place I last remembered being. Although, strangely, I could not actually remember where I had actually been before being here. As I struggled to concentrate my focus onto the past, distant memories came into shape. I recalled a strapping young unicorn stallion wandering the lands of his birth to collect the many vague and ultimately boring myths of what became of the pathetic species known as "ponies" after their inconsequential and meaningless deaths. I chuckled internally a bit upon this remembrance, and considered how, ironically, I had died while compiling the information.

The perceived end of my existence as a pony came when I learned of a zebra residing in the Everfree Forest near Ponyville. I had understood immediately that acquiring zebra mythos for my research would literally be the most interesting thing I had done since deciding to do this quest, so I abandoned my trip to the den of iniquity known as Appleoosa and made my way to the outskirts of the forest.

My arrival was unnoticed by the townsfolk, which I preferred, as I knew that vast numbers of insolents would greatly desire to slay me and claim my ultimately disappointing life's work for their own. It was fortunate that I inferenced upon my arrival to the forest entrance that so few people probably entered this danger filled land of death, that there should only be one path through the whole place; which would most indefinitely lead me directly to the residence of the zebra mystic. I trotted down this path for a time, silently awing in how not threatening the place looked to me. Honestly, that fact alone surprised me, and that wasn't even counting my surprise when I reached a fork in the road.

I could not understand why there was a fork in this path, or even that enough foalish ponies traveled through here to create a single path to begin with. While I attempted to comprehend how this had actually happened, I can no doubt assume a ravenous beast noticed I was lost in thought, and I was thus easy prey. I recall a twig breaking behind me, and then turning to see an entire mass of twigs in the shape of a wolf staring hungrily at my honestly disgusting flesh.

Nevertheless, I vaguely recall having the courage to begin saying, "Well, seems that I am the foalish one in this situa-." After that, I can only assume I was mauled to death, which is not necessarily bad.

In fact, I strongly hope and believe that my wretched consciousness will one day dissipate into a purely silent void of nonexistence in which I can ponder the true meaning of insanity forever. Unfortunately, it seems that the void I have been drawn into is not a real void at all, and is actually a field of sorts. Also, I still feel as though I am something, so I feel as though this is an appropriate time to panic.