There's nothing here. Not anymore. Nothing but gray and brown, the washed out remnants of a world that's no longer alive. Once, long ago, a unicorn and an alicorn touched down here, squabbled and screamed over the fate of their own world. But they're not here anymore either.
All there is, is the statue.
Among broken and gnarled trees, barren lands littered with rocks, the sickly sky, nothing of value has remained. No buildings, no paintings, no writings-- unless you dig for the long-buried remnants under this never-ending dust, you'll find nothing to show that ponies ever lived here. Except for it. Sequestered somewhere far off into the barren land, sheltered by the only enchantment to not break immediately as the final cataclysm shook Equus, there stands a giant statue.
It's just as gray as everything around it, but no dust touches it, nor a small radius around its base; the spell also kept it from breaking or chipping or wearing in any other possible way, so while it's small and unnoticed here, it is pristine. As perfect and lifelike as the day the artist created it. The mare's body is shy but loving, drawn in on herself and sheepish. Her round eyes and chubby cheeks are cute, the dark mane surrounding her face shrouding her wan grin and nervous eyes. On her flank is her cutie mark, shining and bright in the harsh sunlight which barrels hotly down to the surface. Three purple orbs, gemstones like fine sparkling glass, are set into the stone. They glimmer and swirl with magic, like fishbowls turned onto their sides and housing the most iridescent life imaginable. The only gentle light, warmth and liveliness to be seen on this dead Equus.
At the bottom of the statue is an engraving: "Marble Pie. Remember her as she was."
And that is all there is.