When the wonderful moon fell once again behind the hills of Canterlot and the morning broke on. Before the sun made its appearance however, it was nopony else but Rarity who had returned under the safe comfort of her posterbed and she had tucked her forelegs against her body before they were covered up by the wings. Her eyes closed themselves off from the world in order to fall back in a deep slumber. A slumber that made her look like she was truly dead, for it would be the one of the first slumbers in which she didn't even imitated her breathing.