>You feel cold, hard cobblestones beneath you.
>This isn't the warm, soft, carpeted floor you fell asleep on.
>You open your eyes to find yourself in some sort of dungeon.
>Possibly a prison cell.
>Probably both.
>You get up from the floor and stretch.
>That floor is really uncomfortable.
>You rattle the bars of your cell until a guardspony comes.
>"What do you want, criminal scum?"
"How do you get these bars to sound so melodic?"
>"I- I'm sorry, what?"
"These bars. They sound very nice. How are they made?"
>"How would I know? I'm just a guardspony!"
>As he turns to walk away, you stop being inside your cell
>And start being where he's going to be facing.
>"SWEET BUTTERY CELESTIA!"
>He falls over and scrambles backwards.
"Could you tell me what I'm in for?"
>"How did you get out of your cell!?"
"I picked the lock with my laser vision."
>"What?"
"My laser vision. Honestly, don't you listen? Back on topic, why am I in jail?"
>He starts to say something, then catches himself.
>He silently fumes for a second, then speaks with measured malice.
>"As I recall, you were sent here for trespassing."
>Ahh. That explains it then.
"Well, could you tell Celestia that I'm in here? I'll bet she's worried sick about me."
>Ignoring any further protests the guard may or may not have had, you inspect the bars on your cell.
>Not seeing anything that would make them sound better than any other bars, you look closer.
>Nope, still nothing. These bars refuse to yield their secrets.
>You grasp a bar firmly with each hand, then shake them as fast as you can.
>Heat simply being vibrations and all that jazz.
>They melt into slag, a fitting punishment for their insolence.
>Your hands are pulled behind your back, and manacles clamp around them.
"A bit tight on the old wrists there."
>You shake them until they melt.
>You pirouette 180 degrees, and find the guard standing there.
>Or perhaps another guard. They look very similar wearing that armor.
"You wouldn't happen to have a broom lying about? I'd hate to leave a mess."
>He scarpers off, presumably in search of a broom.
>You notice that this jail is much too boring for your tastes.
>You start pulling bricks out of the wall, and start rearranging them.
>After fifteen minutes, the guard and a couple of his mates arrive.
>You have, by this point, massively changed the prison.
>You've gotten some space from outside, making it bigger, and have built staircases going everywhere.
>It looks much better now.
>Needs more doors, though.
>"You there! The strange thin one!"
>You pop behind a staircase, stop being there
>And start being behind the guards.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, you know. Thanks for the compliment, I try to stay in shape."
>Just as they've managed to turn around to meet you, you pop behind a doorway, stop being there
>And start being back on a staircase.
>This jail is too depressing. It needs more light, and more color.
>Gold! Gold looks pretty! Let's put that everywhere!
>You hop down to your cell, where you melted your door.
>Gold is 80-odd protons, and the same amount of electrons, right?
>And iron is howevermany protons, with the same amount of electrons.
>You'll just eyeball it.
>You scoop up two handfuls of metal, and squeeze them together as hard as you can.
>The atoms rearrange themselves, and you're left with a bit under half a handful of dense, shiny, yellow metal.
>Perfect!
>You grab more and more handfuls of iron, squish them together, and stockpile the gold.
>Once all the iron has been converted to gold, you start slathering the walls with it.
>This will be the most fabulous jail in all of Equestria!
>After a few minutes, every wall in the prison has been coated in a thin layer of gold.
>Even with the amount of gold you had, you needed to spread it quite thin.
>And these sorry excuses for guards have been chasing you the entire time.
>Now, doors.
>This place needs more doors.
>Doors leading here, doors leading there, doors everywhere!
>You carve a few doors out with your fingernails.
>Now, how to connect them?
>Well, what is a door and what isn't is completely subjective.
>So, you should be able to just sort of gesture the fact that there's meant to be a door there, so there will be.
>You stand inside one of the doorways you've carved out, and trace the arch with your fingertips.
>You peel this side off the door, stop being behind that doorway
>And start being in front of another.
>You put your half-door-portal-thing in the alcove the doorway made, then leap back to the first doorway.
>You put your hands on the edges of the portal, and push it into the doorway.
>It worked, as you expected.
>Now for more doors!
>A door here, a door behind this, a door in this wall, a door up there, a door on the floor, doors everywhere!
>It's fine, there's enough space!
>The guards are getting tired by now.
>Unfortunate. You were hoping for some sort of chase scene through the prison.
>Ahh well.
>You look around the prison, and notice that quite a few of your staircases don't work with conventional gravity.
>You grab a bit of gravity from the ground, and smear it on the staircases.
>Good! Now the staircases work as intended!
>As a last improvement to the prison, you punch a hole in the ceiling to let some light in, then seal it off.
>Now the jail looks like a brightly lit golden MC Escher painting.
>You decide to leave the jail, and toss a few bits at the exhausted guards as bail.
>The sun outside is shining, the air is clean and the birds are chirping.
>You cartwheel towards the castle, to see if Celestia was told you were in jail yet.
>Instead of going through the gates, you roll faster and faster towards Celestia's bedroom window, before ricocheting off a pebble on the sidewalk.
>As you fly towards the window, you curl up into a ball, and prepare yourself.
>You feel yourself smash through the window, and you roll out into a dramatic pose.
"Who missed me!?"
>Celestia tacklehugs you from a nearby chair.
>"Anon! You're back! I was so worried when I couldn't find you this morning and-"
"You didn't once check the jail?"
>She stops and cocks her head.
"I was in jail for going into somepony's house and falling asleep in their hallway."
>"How did you get out?"
"I paid my bail."
>"I guess that makes sense."
"It also looks really cool now. You should check it out sometime."
>You throw yourself onto Celestia's bed.
>It's absurdly comfy.
"Turns out cobblestones make for a very uncomfortable bed. I'm going to have a nap."
>You don't hear anything else Celestia has to say, because you're already asleep.
>The sun goes about it's business. It rises a bit, then falls slightly.
>You awaken.
>Celestia apparently tucked you in, which was nice of her.
>Regardless, you roll off the bed, getting yourself tangled in the blanket.
>After wriggling your way out, you stretch and yawn.
>You start galumphing your way through the castle at random, before you find the Princess.
>Well, a Princess.
>This one's name is Luna.
>"Have you any idea where my sister is?"
"No, but I could find out."
>You close your eyes, and hold your fists out to the side.
>You carefully focus on every individual atom and molecule that passes over your knuckles, figuring out how fast they're going and in what direction.
>Then, you trace each individual atom and molecule forwards and backwards in time, finding all the particles they must have interacted with and so on and so forth.
>For a brief, shining, moment you can see all of existence from the beginning to the end.
>All that has been and all that will be is revealed to you.
>You use this infinite knowledge to figure out that Celestia is in the courtyard, and discard the rest of it.
"I know exactly where she is. Take my hand."
>You extend your hand, and she hesitantly takes it with her hoof.
>You stop being inside the castle
>And start being a few hundred feet above Celestia.
>As you plummet towards the ground, Luna starts kicking and screaming wildly.
>You hug her tight, and as you approach the thicker part of the atmosphere at ground level, you slow down to a stop.
>"That was fun!"
>Luna's taking it very well.
>"I thought you were dour and humorless, but you've proved me wrong!"
>There's something off about when she refers to herself as a singular entity, but you can't quite put your finger on it.
"Celestia!"
>She turns to face you.
>"Yes?"
"Luna wanted to see you!"
>She turns to Luna.
>You tune out of the ensuing conversation.
>It's probably about which one gets the last blueberry tart or somesuch nonsense.
>You look around at the garden you're in.
>It's nice.
>It's well kept, the particular mix of fragrant flowers that grow in it mix to form a delightful smell, and the birds that inhabit it whistle a particularly mesmerising tune.
>You start paying attention again.
>Luna has flown off, leaving only Celestia and you.
"What do you want to do now?"