Twilight's body floated through the space, as opposed to The White Void and its... whiteness, the space which Twilight was dreaming was completely different; it was black, yes, but million of stars, galaxies and similar stuff gave her more comfort than all the green signs The White Void could hope to have.
She smiled, losing all the stress she had gained throughout the day. She felt like a filly again, under Celestia's warm wing, watching the night sky in all its beauty.
But like all good dreams, Twilight's had to come to an end.
"Twilight Sparkle," something hissed. "You really don't understand, do you?"
Twilight opened her eyes, her pupils of the size of peas. "Who is here?!" she yelled, trying to sound intimidating.
The thing, that was probably invisible, laughed.
"Oh, shh, Twilight," it said, like it was scolding her. "Though I appreciate that you didn't treat me as a 'what', I am not the one to blame."
Twilight, confused, looked everywhere in an attempt to find who was mocking her, but the space was the only thing that greeted her. "Show yourself!" she demanded.
The thing laughed, and as it was doing that, a suture opened in the space, like the later was just a canvas. Twilight, terrified by the blackness that seemed to emanate from the suture, tried to 'swim' in the space, moving her legs desesperately.
Though doing her best effort, the suture, acting like a black hole, sucked her and threw her in a place pitch black.
Scared, Twilight stuttered, "W-where are you?!" she yelled to the nothingness. There was not a single light and, when Twilight looked to the suture that had transported her to that place, she saw that it was closed.
She was alone.
"Oh, but I am right here," the blackness said. "You can see me now."
Twilight clenched her teeth. "Who are you?!"
The thing laughed and said, "Being the smart pony, I thought you would have inferred it by now, but if you want to know..." A pair of yellow eyes appeared just in front of Twilight, piercing her soul with their stare. "I am the Void." The yellow eyes disappeared, leaving a shivering Twilight behind.
Once she recovered control over her body, Twilight looked to the space and said, determined, "What do you want?"
"Me?" it said with a tone of innocence, that changed to one of pure malice with its next phrase. "Nothing, I'm just watching the spectacle."
"What spectacle?" asked Twilight.
"The one you and your friend are pulling," it said, "everything you do is priceless! Especially the part where you died!"
Twilight felt her heart sank. "I didn't die!" she exclaimed, offended.
"Oh, you didn't?" the space asked, seemingly puzzled.
"No, I didn't!" Twilight reassured, "if I did, I wouldn't be here!" she exclaimed. Pointing at her, she signaled her entire body, "I am pretty real and definitely not dead."
"How sad," the space said, "you would prefer to be, though."
Just when Twilight was about to ask what it was referring to, she felt like the whole space was collapsing. A crack appeared in the blackness, followed by more and more cracks, until all of them fell apart in millions of small fragments with the sound of a broken glass.
Twilight fell.