I woke up with an aching head. No recollection of the events that led up to the cause of my unconsciousness. In fear of ensuing amnesia and loss of mind, I must assess my surroundings.
I found myself in this solitary room inside this place. The air smells of something rotten, however I cannot pinpoint the scent.
Looking out the window, I can see small houses, each exactly like the last. Across the street, I see what I can only perceive what looks like a perfect mirror image. Almost like a small town, a village of some sort – every house exactly the same as the one adjacent to it or across from it.
Now examining the structure that I'm in, it seems to be a small six-by-six shack. There is a wash basin in the southeast corner of this shack, along with a single bench along the opposite wall. No bed. There is a door, no doubt leading to that small village I mentioned earlier. Trying the door handle, I find it locked from the outside. No way out. How odd. Studying the curtains on the windows, I find them a dark-green hue, almost the color of moss. Each of them appears just large enough to cover the skinny, rectangular windows they protect.
Once again, all of them the same.
And now, to myself. I am Special Operative Silver Lining, dispatched by my superior officer, Lieutenant 1st Class Flash Sentry, to scout out the far reaches of Equestria. I am a paste-white, fully-grown earth Pony male, measuring six feet long from tip of nuzzle to tip of my silver tail and five feet ten-and-a-half inches from base of hoof to top of ears. In my awakening from unconsciousness, I found this solitary tape recorder, no doubt manufactured by Stallion Stereophonics. This could come in handy to recount the days I spend in this peculiar place. I have not laid eyes on my captors, nor have I seen any other form of life.
I know not what awaits me in these days, but I know this: it will surely be unpleasant.