Drip...
Emerald Flames under light of a dark sun.
A symphony of agony under my crawling flesh
I was dead, perhaps, but dreaming of spaces beyond pain and terror.
Funny I suppose. That even in my Sleeping Death I dreamt of them, the scream of pain from a pony Ibit, her blood in my mouth. Yellow feathers floating on the stream.
I was burning, there was no heat but only cold and dark and pain I could not scream
Drip...
Bones creaked, cracked. Torment Indescribable.
Drip... Drip
Another noise, 'Clip-clop'. Clip-clop. Hoof on stone.
A rush of heat then cold again, this time numb. No pain, nothing.
Drip-Drip..
Clip-clop again! Emotions too fast to see. Clip-Clop Louder. Closer. Must speak, call out!
"Uuuuh... ehp"
Drip...
Hooves fade into silence again, Dark once more., no sight nor sound but blissful void.
I await pain's return.