User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-7345250-20161203020044


 * Amidst the imagery of Inari's nightly fantasies, a strange world mysteriously starts to take shape.


 * It presents itself in flashes, leaping from one sight to the next faster than one can blink.  A museum. An envelope. A whiff of perfume. These things and others appear, as ephemeral as they are innocent, flitting in an out like whispers on the wind.


 * Then, as though pierced by lightning, it all gives way to a dizzying sense of red—perhaps what one might see if struck on the crown while forced to stare directly into molten lava. A horrible wail greets the dreamer, starting low and escalating in equal measure to the redness as it becomes harder and harder to bear. The banshee-wail carries with it all the horror and agony of a precious life lost. Or perhaps many lives lost.


 * Another effulgent flash, and Equestria burns. The enemy strikes from the north. The enemy strikes from the south. The enemy strikes from within. Thousands of thundering hooves flatten her cities under a blood-red sky—a sky without sun, or moon, or the faintest bloom of happiness. Canterlot smolders and falls from her lofty perch, combusting to be supplanted by a new kingdom. She is eulogized by the thousands of primal shrieks of a world turned on its head. And then, silence.


 * Equestria burns. She burns until there is nothing left for the fire to consume, and so the conflagration yields to darkness. But before the light fades to black, the dreamer is left with one last marvel: two intelligent, magnetic orbs of a true jade green...


 * Princess Celestia raises the sun. The warm light of dawn starts to pour into the suite, if not directly into Inari's northern bedchamber.