There was nothing.

Not the kind of nothing where a filly might be bored with all at a country fair. Also not the kind where an endless land stretches in every direction with no recognisable landmarks. Not even the kind where a featureless blank waste extends to the distant horizon without so much as a rock to trip over.

No, this was the kind of nothing where there is darkness all around. No ground on which to rest your hooves. No background noise of wind or living creatures.

Just nothing. Everywhere.

It was nowhere.

If there is nothing there it would stand to reason that there would be no one there. And of course that is how it was. For a long time.

And then for a while more.

Until a light blue creature stepped out of nowhere, into the equally void space of nothingness. It had four legs, a body and head all covered in a light coat of blue fur. It had a lilac and cobalt striped tail, and a matching mane as all good equines do.

For this creature, a ‘she’ as it were, was a pony.

She didn’t do anything at first; for what could she do but stand there. On the nothingness, floating in the darkness with hooves planted solidly on the æther.

Somehow.

And what good to the observer is a colourful cartoon creature if it cannot be seen?

An ethereal glow filled the void: coming from nowhere, and lighting up nothing but the little pony.

Maybe she should have a name. After all, we give all intelligent creatures names of their own don’t we? How about Oecee? That sounds simple enough, and unique.

The pony sneezed. Sudden and unexpected, she blinked at what strange occurrence she had inevitably experienced.

It was about now that Oecee realised that she… well, that she existed. Looking down at the hooves in front of her, she inspected the light blue colour. Curiosity sparked, she moved her head closer to inspect the appendages. She did not realise that she was moving her head; she only wanted to see the hooves from closer up. As the desire manifested, her neck moved to fulfil her wish, bringing her head down to investigate the strange fuzzy poles, without Oecee realising her influence over this new body.

As her head approached the legs, the little pony began to see that the fuzz on the appendages was actually made up of countless small hairs. Eyes growing wide at her new discovery, she again moved her head closer, still having no clue what she was doing.

Which, when you are in control of a body and do not realise it, can lead to some issues…

“Yow!”

A yelp filled the void as Oecee crashed her head into a leg. She fell backward clutching her sore snout in reflex.

Pain, like everything else, was a new experience to the little blue pony. As now she had realisation that these legs were moved by her thoughts. She moved back her newly found hooves from her face to look at them in wonder once more. In addition to these two forelegs, she noticed matching hind legs. And behind them: a fluffy striped tail.

This immensely pleased the little pony; she realised that she had a body of her very own to move and play with.

… If the thought of playing with herself crossed your mind as an odd way to go about existing, be assured that it never crossed hers. She had yet to figure out the intricacies of movement and as such everything was still new to her and it was her task to explore all possibilities.

In any case, there she was jumping and prancing from place to place. Infinitely amused by the wondrous powers these new limbs granted her. Jumping, stomping, running, bucking and rearing up like a majestic brumby with the wind billowing through her mane.

The last was particularly pleasing as it made her feel powerful and important. As if being the only moving and colourful thing in the entire void wasn’t reason enough to feel special.

She repeated what was now her favourite action. Striking a pose as regal and imposing as she could manage. As she had no way of seeing herself in the void, she could not tell how miserably she failed at both. Nose scrunched and eyes wide with the balance of a newborn filly she would have looked utterly ridiculous had anyone been there to see. But as she was alone, and as none would know what regal looked like in such an isolated area anyhow, Oecee was content.

Her hooves touched the ground only for a moment to regain balance before she reared for the third time, face aglow as she threw back her head and laughed in joy.

It was at this heart warming sound that the void decided to introduce a breeze, so that her mane and tail may be caught in the ethereal wind.

Oecee noticed this sensation, touching all four hooves down once again and looking around for the source. She could see nothing different about the place, only felt a slight pressure on one side accompanied by a slightly cool sensation completely alien to her. Keeping in mind that everything those of us here in the real world take for granted would seem strange to such a character.

The winds died down quickly, leaving the blue pony as confused as she had been upon noticing her new limbs.

She trotted around for a few minutes trying to find this elusive feeling again. No matter where she went, forwards, left, back, left (had she gone this way already?) it was not to be found so easily. For the wind had nothing to move and made no sound. It was an entirely invisible and mysterious force.

She walked for what seemed like forever. In an outsider’s eyes it may be said that this was not even ten minutes, but it definitely felt longer to Oecee, who had barely been alive for twice that time.

After a long expedition of searching for the strange feeling, she had wandered quite far from where she started. Or was it the same place? Not easy to tell without a single landmark in the darkness.

Suddenly without so much as a warning, the winds started again. Our little pony jumped in shock at the sudden return of the odd sensation.

Soon she remembered the feeling of the wind and relaxed. She smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. The wind had found her again.

And that made her happy.

She did not know how. She did not know why, or even if it had meant to find her. But to the pony so new to this empty world, none of that mattered.

She closed her eyes and let the cool pressure wash over her body, tugging at her mane and tail. Once more she reared like a great stallion. Not trying to look imposing, only blissful and content at all this world was.

And all it was may have been nothing.

Nothing but her, and the strange winds.

But it was all she had ever known.

And so she was satisfied.