The words simply deafened her. All sound fell away from Pinkie's mind as the words landed in the pit of her stomach like a cupcake made of concrete. Her mind was... quiet, though. Silent. Still. Her vision shifted, moving away from her room and to a town, a massive volcano standing behind it; the explosions she'd heard. The town's streets ran thick with lava, ponies burning, melting in the volcano's fury, screaming for help. All their screams and prayers fell on deaf ears, Nature's wrath carrying on its destructive will. She watched the town begin to burn, roofs catching fire, families dying in each other's hooves, another silent detonation sending a quake through her very being.