Happy Syndrome

Darkness clouded the sky, blotting away the sun. Or the moon. She couldn't tell what it was beyond the clouds. She couldn't even see her own hooves.

Much like the darkness, a deafening silence blanketed her. She thought she might be hearing a faint sound. Scraping? Scratching? Screaming? Whatever it may be, it's all she heard. Not even the sound of her beating heart was heard. Just silence.

Only silence.