Rainbow shuffled lonesomely down the narrow corridor leading towards the foyer of her home.
She paused to glance at the kitchen to her right.
All of the doors were removed from the cabinets' hinges.
All appliances were gone... every table and chair scrapped or sold.
A dim morning light rippled through the window. Rainbow sniffed the air, imagining that she was smelling something—anything. The staleness of the moment overwhelmed her, and she turned to look at the main foyer.
Gray patches of non-dust lingered along the wall—the locations of Wonderbolt posters that she had once acquired... had once been proud of. The reflective sheen of stacked trophies were long gone. After so many months, the grayness had finally conquered all.
She pondered all of the things she had once imagined—in a worst case scenario, the pieces of her life and her dreams that she thought she would miss.
In the end, despite being stripped to just two saddlebags full of random, useless nick-nacks, she still felt that the weight was too heavy. But having only the slimmest of feelings in her fetlocks, she was glad for whatever pressure she could afford. The stress—if nothing else—was the one real thing about her.
It carried her outward—almost limping—until she was free of the door, free of the house, and free of the shadows...
Free to crumble.