“White roses.” Silver said softly as she looked at the beauty of the roses, she was shaking as she looked at them afraid that if she touched one or looked too long at one the room would throw her into another confusing drop, she didn’t want to fall again.
“Fall again, and again, you will still fall in a loop and you will still fall in love with him.” A voice whispered.
Silver blinked as she shook her mane. “There is nothing wrong with falling in love.”
“No…” The voice answered. “But if you never awake… what is the point of being in love?”
Silver stood in the middle of the white roses and blinked as she felt her chest hurt. “Never awake? What? I don’t want to sleep anymore.”
Twilight gasped as she sat up quickly. She looked around where she was, and she was by herself in an empty room again. She let out a relieved sigh and put her hoof up to her forehead and felt her horn. “Thank goodness.” She whispered. She sat down and looked at the blank wall in front of her. “I am not going to move.”
“Oh, now you start using your intelligence.” A voice whispered to her.
Twilight’s ears perked up. “I have always considered myself intelligent.”
“Not as intelligent as the tall one apparently. It’s a good thing he doesn’t know what you have been thinking about…” The voice mocked.
Twilight blushed, wanted to retort, but didn’t know what she could say since she never saw who owned the voice.