Running, always running. Her hooves coming down heavy on the ground below her, making loud banging sounds with every trot. She was always running from somepony, no it was something. She always realized that halfway through the chase. She was being hunted, inside of a giant, elaborate mansion, its walls laden with gold and its floor a sparkling checkerboard pattern of deep, dark blue and milky-white marble, and there were portraits on the walls. Living paintings of scenes; one could actually jump into one and interact with the characters, that is if you were not being chased. The frames of the pictures varied from oak wood, to bronze, to rose wood, to gold, to spruce wood, and even platinum. There were always a few that caught her eye as she galloped past. One of a rabbit, a bear, and a robin sitting around a mushroom table enjoying tea, all of them wearing fancy coats, hats, and monocles. Another of a walrus wearing a red top hat playing catch with a squirrel in a green coat and black tie and using a small, yellow-and-purple striped, rubber ball. There were many others too. Too many to see, even if one was not running for their life.
The ceilings were made of crystallized glass and you could see the stars in the sky, but they were broken and fractured by the estranged pattern cutting through the glass.
That was the hallway, but then she would come to the courtyard, the green grass crisp and crunchy that grew off of the purple pebble path, where the statues would all laugh and party in their formal, high-class way, paying no mind to her as she ran past, only to laugh and mock her when they saw the chaser.
There were always thin layers of clouds over the courtyard so you could see the stars, but they were faded and dull, well, that is if you had time between being chased and partying to take the time to look up at the sky. These clouds were black, more black than normal storm clouds, or anything for that matter. If you wanted to get the color of these clouds you would have to take something more black than blackness itself, so dark and void of light that it is almost not visible.
Next, after entering through a big blue doorway that resembled the mouth of an ox, she would come to the hall of mirrors. They were like carnival mirrors so they distorted her figure horribly as the young mare bolted past. Her own reflections seemed to sneer, jeer, and snipe at her as she fled from "It" as she had come to call her pursuer. The floor and ceiling were not mirrors, but they still reflected her own disdainful image back at her face off of a dark and reflective surface.
When she emerged from the mirrored hallways through a golden archway, she would come into an open, dome-shaped room similar to the first hallway with the floor design and golden walls. The dome ceiling, was painted with a dark blue sky, holding gold and silver stars, planets, and constellations, in great detail. The architectural structure of the ceiling was supported by seven large and rusted iron pillars, which were so hot it was surprising they hadn't caught fire, or melted. She knew if she got too close to these support beams they would collapse, along with the rest of the elaborate and expansive mansion, on top of her.
Finally she would make her way out the tall front doors of the mansion, with faces carved on them into the purple wood of the doors and on the green metal door frame. There were clouds producing lightning and thunder.These clouds were even darker than the ones over the courtyard, and the lightning seemed to be like a negative light, making the sky darker with each flash. Not only were these clouds dark, but they reeked of poisonous fumes and hazardous gasses with the rank of rot and decay. As the tempest around her grew more violent, she herself stormed down the purple, pebble, pathway, towards her ever eluding freedom.
But the Hunter always knew of a shortcut and managed to cut her off as she neared the end of the purple, pebble, pathway. It was a dark cloudy figure of purple toxic fumes and gasses, bright glowing orange eyes like flames that reached out for fuel to burn, and claws dripping with deadly venom. Just as the hunter would reveal its face, she would wake up in a cold sweat, screaming as her parents came into her room to comfort her.
Silver Spoon had this nightmare at least once a week, that is after the incident.