Twilight Sparkle's eyes opened blearily, refocusing on a strangely-tilted horizon. An odd sense of vertigo accompanied her awakening, one that had been with her since she hit the ground and had steadily coaxed her from the depths of her momentary unconsciousness. After the unicorn's analytical brain finally fully revived, the reason for this experience became all too obvious: She was laying sprawled out on a tilted slab of something smooth and black, strangely glassy except where it's rough, uneven edges had cracked away from whatever surface it'd once been part of. Finally rising to her hooves, albeit unsteadily, the unicorn took stock of her surroundings.