The cold light of the moon barely illuminates the desolate road ahead. Each step along the cobblestone path echoes through the silence of the night. The air is thick with tension, as though the very shadows are watching your every move. Towering trees from the Everfree Shadows loom on either side, their branches twisted like claws reaching for the sky.

Ponyville—what remains of it—lies in ruin. The once bustling village is now a ghost town, with crumbling houses and empty streets. Lanterns flicker faintly, casting long, eerie shadows across the ground. You can feel eyes watching from the darkness, the faint flutter of wings in the distance. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and ancient magic.

In the distance, the silhouette of Nightmare Canterlot rises against the sky, its dark towers gleaming under the eternal moonlight. A shiver runs down your spine as you approach, knowing that in this world, the night never ends—and those who walk these streets are either servants of Nightmare Moon or lost souls wandering in search of what once was.