How You Live and Die in Equestria

“Yet another downer, why always with them, hmm? Why not an upper? Or perhaps another whim of fate? Oh well, this tale is to be told, I suppose,” says a voice, and you look around you, wondering at its source, at least for a moment, before you fall on your face. That last was odd because you’d been sitting down, but even odder because despite falling forward, when everything around you came back to itself, you found yourself laying flat on your back, looking at the world from an odd angle.

At first you thought you were dreaming, as everything came into sharp focus. Possibly you were even having some kind of drug trip or the like, but you pinched yourself, and then did it again, and again a dozen times over, and yet, the scene in front of you didn’t change. Or rather, the scene above you, because around you was nothing but flat, purple colored plains, which waved off into the distance, rolling hills, sometimes punctuated by huge spires that were a slightly lighter color of purple than the ground.

That was an issue, to be sure, since you had no idea what the heck you were looking at, but the worse thing was above you, high above you. The vision filled your sky, causing you to just freeze up as it came to you that it was real, because it was a vision of a person. No, not a normal person, but a person with equine features, like a muzzle, and a mane. The coat was the same purple as the spires, the mane orange, and the eyes a silver sheen, but more importantly than that, it was huge, larger than the moon, and possibly farther away.

The thing looked like it shouldn’t be possible to exist, like its body should collapse into itself, and yet, it moved, and with it leaning down, you could tell it was breathing, the chest of the thing moving in and out steadily as it looked at something, giving you a good view of its body, before it rose up, seeming to vanish for a moment, going blurry as it climbed into the sky. When it stopped, the blur vanished, and it was thrown into sharp detail in your vision, its body, human in shape, with two legs and arms, and wearing what you could only call a lab coat.

Then you followed the legs, the massive pillars that connected this titantic being to the ground, and your eyes discovered something you almost refused to accept. One leg was to the side of you, disappearing as it got closer for some reason, your eyes unable to see details of it. The other, however, seemed focused right on you, and it only took a second of thought to realize the reason was you were on that leg, or more likely, that foot, the foot of a thing that would have had to shrink a few million miles to be called a god.

Then it moved again, or rather, you knew you were moving, as it took a step forward. You felt nothing, however, merely watching as the spires, the hairs on his foot, waved in the air, their movements so strong that they might have broken mountains back home if they’d hit them. You didn’t even feel wind in the motion though, and your only sign of movement was your vision, which was soon cut off, as the world outside was covered by something, the light abruptly leaving your eyes.

Looking around, blinking, wondering if you were dead, only for a tinkling sound like a set of small bells to fill your ears. Soon, that sound was counterpointed by a grinding noise, and then by a light, a silvery glow on the horizon that cast deep shadows amidst the hairs on the foot, and let you see everything. You were in a boot, that much became obvious as you looked upwards at the sky, seeing what had to be a leather covering above, so small that you couldn’t smell it because there was nothing small enough to smell.

Then the light grew closer, a wave of silver sheen that moved over the landscape. Looking at it, you watched as it swept forward, the light touching what looked like a mountain in the distance, only switch in tone, a grinding sound coming from it instead of bells, and the mountain began to vanish. Bits of it were torn off, the light tossing those pieces into the air where they vanished in sparkles, clearing away the mountain, a bit of dirt so small the pony outside probably couldn’t see it.

Then the light moved on, and you realized it was some kind of cleaning field. That was the last thought you had though, as it chased all others from your mind, unable to do anything as it came towards you. When it touched, you had a moment of feeling light, as if the world vanished again, but then instead of resolving into another world, you could feel yourself melting away. Not hot or anything, but just, melting into nothing as the field of silver did its job, leaving you with only a heartbeat of pain greater than any you’d felt before, then nothingness as the light consumed you.

Above, DawnChaser’s horn glowed as he cast a cleansing spell, cleaning off his body from the debris and detritus that tended to gather on one, before he stepped forward, walking into a lab that needed to be kept clean. Around him, other ponies, dragons, griffons, and what not, wrote on sheets as they observed a hole in the universe. One every tongue was the question of what lay beyond, and what wonders they would find in the seemingly empty space they had discovered, as they probed the portal, waiting for the word from Celestia to go through to the world on the other side.