>The night was just like the previous one. Filled with nightmares, sudden waking up, sleep paralysis when you tried to calm yourself down and drift into dreamscape again.
>However luckily this time there were no dying ponies this time, you simply had to withstand the maze, it's neverending corridors and terrors waiting within them.
>Mostly Last Wish and Thorn, but sometimes you couldn't even define a menace creeping in this dark place.
>You greeted first signs of dawn with relief and cheer, because with the darkness fading away you could nap dreamless for even a short while.
>The windows were covered, but whole place felt noticeably colder than yesterday, so these cold winds the speaker was talking about must have arrived. Luckily your quilt was warmed by your body and it could hold the temperature for some time.
>When you woke up, everypony in the room was still deeply sleeping.
>Splinter was whining quietly, moving all her four legs and squirming, like she was a dog. Animal, not the enemy.
>You were half asleep, so you snickered when a thought shot through your mind: this war was waged against intelligent versions of your average everyday puppy, someething every filly was dreaming about. Isn't it strange?
>It was very early.
>Everything was silent.
>Everything except... familiar but quiet and faraway hum.