For many hours had Rarity sat before the remains of what once was to be considered her life's work. All while she cried her bloody tears in the deepest of emotional pain with her eyes closed firm. The very building she always would wake up in and where she had some of the so many great moments of her life within it, was nothing more but a pile of ashes after the fires had died down. In the depth of night she stared at the remainders of the once so imposing Carousel Boutique. Remainders that were nothing more but ash and broken stone. Some of her belongings could still be seen, but almost everything was either burned or crushed by the crashed floors.