A young man wakes up in a strange room, with nothing more than a doll of Pinkie Pie and an anonymous note warning him of an impending danger. Where is he, and how did he got there? Also, is that place real, or is he still dreaming?

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Or, if you prefer a less-cryptic summary: this is a story I wrote after recovering from a very bad episode of writer's block and depression, and it's basically a heavily-metaphoric chronicle of such recovery.

Inspired by the videogame Dementium 2 for the DS, but not a crossover. Insanity is not the theme of this story.

Rated Teen for safety. It's not a particularly gory story, but better safe than sorry.

Human, but not in Equestria. Also a Self-Insert (sort of), but done in a different way than usual, I hope.

I'm Spanish, so expect to find grammar mistakes. Feel free to correct me at anytime.