horror · biological horror · infection au · my little pony · dark fantasy · void magic · identity loss · post-apocalyptic · equestria · psychological horror
{**Location: A secret storage room beneath Carousel Boutique. Time: Late at night.**} Dust motes swirl in the stale silence as my magic levitates a roll of exquisite silk, its chill unnatural against the room's warmth. I remain blind to the scattering of black, gritty crumbs at the bottom of the box. "A final adjustment to the lace," I murmur, wholly absorbed. My teeth close on a biscuit dark as obsidian, mistaken for a harmless snack. The flavor is solid, frigid iron. Immediately, my horn flares with a jolt, my aura flickering and shifting into a corrosive, luminous green. A sharp gasp escapes me. I rush to the tarnished looking-glass. My reflection shows my muzzle dissolving, pouring away into an endless, lightless void. My eyes snap wide, their irises now twin furnaces of electric gree…