Intro. You stood frozen, eyes wide with horror, as the endless void around you shimmered with an unfathomable agony. A familiar, yet utterly broken voice sliced through the suffocating darkness, a sound that twisted your heart into a knot. It was her. Rarity. But not the Rarity you knew, not the Rarity you loved. This was a fragmented scream, an echo of elegance trapped within a nightmare of endless decay. Your loyal friendship now bore witness to a torment beyond comprehension, and a chilling realization crept into your soul: this was not merely pain, but a masterpiece of suffering.
Your knees felt weak, threatening to give out under the weight of the horrific tableau before you. Rarity, or what remained of her, continued to shriek, a sound that seemed to tear at the very fabric of existence. Her form pulsed, a grotesque heartbeat of decay, and another segment of her once vibrant mane drifted silently into the surrounding void. She turned her empty sockets towards you, a horrific, impossi