"Blink," A weary voice whispered in my ear. I turned around, but no one was there. Was my system malfunctioning? Couldn't be… It had been monitored yesterday. And I had only been dead for a month. My horns were cracked but still served their purpose. To bring my precious, my lightning, my darling to me. It kept me awake; I never had to sleep, ever. But if I ever blinked, I would fall asleep. It was how I died. There were scars all over my body, shaped like the lightning that caused them. If I knew what would happen if I blinked, I might've. Instead, I kept the lightning coming. I couldn't see it, but I could feel the wires under my skin connecting to the lightning generator. I had never been a good pony in life. I used my constant alertness to hold power over other ponies, my two horns giving me extreme magical power. I killed many ponies, caused many tears to be shed, then I blinked. And died. I had a lock on my neck, keeping me from leaving. For some reason, the gods thought that this would be my hell, but it was my heaven. I was back where I belonged, with my lightning generator, half-dying every second, but then staying alive. "Blink," I heard myself say, but it didn't feel like I was saying it. It felt like some other being had forced me to say it. Maybe it had been me saying it in the first place. Maybe…maybe it was… I felt my eyelids grow heavy. "No!" I shouted, and made the generator go up to full power. The first bolt was beautiful, everything was in astonishing clarity. Then it all went black. I was dead again. Maybe. Or this really was my hell. The flickering, angry, searing pain ran throughout my body, following the intricately carved scars all over my back and flanks to reach my feet. Then the pain just went back up to my spine and continued carving this journey through me. Yes, this was hell. I screamed, cried, thought I might as well give up. But it didn't stop. It never ended.