>You are Anonymous.
>You awake in a strange land.
>This is not your bed.
>This is not your home.
>You twist your head to soak in your heavily saturated surroundings.
>A pink blur races towards you.
>It stops a mere inch in front of your face.
>”Hiya! I’m Pinkie Pie!”
>The worlds explode around you. You and the pink mare stand still on a plain of temporal null as four-dimensional shards rain down upon you.
>You feel yourself sink upwards to the everlasting. The pink mare’s grin only goes wider as her face splits in two, revealing a similar looking mare with a muted coat and complanate hair.
>You’re pulled away from her before she can wedge her sickly tendrils through the cracks in your caccoon.
>You’re back on Earth.
>You’re home.
>In front of you, a baby being breast fed by a mother.
>And the mother being breast fed by her husband, who lactates nickels and dimes.
>The husband slowly look up to you, his face turns pale.
>You see him age before your eyes.
>A single tear drop falls off his face, and into the mother’s eye.
>She sheds a tear, doubling the size of it.
>It falls onto the child’s face, making the tear even greater.
>It drops to the ground. A salty sea of sorrow washes over you and drags you into its murky depths.
>You awake in a strange land.
>This is not your bed.
>You look to the mare once again.
 
>”What’s your name?!”
>You open your mouth to speak.
>A stallion behind the mare writhes as his heart skips a beat… Two beats… Three beats.
>What is your name.
>A foal runs to the stallion as tears of blood run down his face. The stallion squirms to retain his existence. It is a losing battle.
>What is your name.
>You try to speak once more.
>A cry of agony ripples across the atmosphere. The sun itself flashes out like an aged light bulb.
>What is your name.
>You begin to cry as the foal does.
>You try to speak once more
>The universe screams in defiance at your existence. It breeches every physical impossibility to attempt to remove you, but to no avail.
>You blink in and out of existence as you try to return to the home you know.
>A cupcake store in a nearby town goes out of business.
>The worst possible ships become a reality.
>What is your name.
“My name… Is Anonymous.”