Since Rarity was happened to be undead, she didn't feel a single thing of it. Yet it was the texture that seemed to be recognized by her. It was something difficult to tell for certain, yet she was able to. "Oh no. Everything but there. Please let this Canterlot, please, please, please, I beg of you," spoke Rarity herself. With a gulp did she made her steps forward and towards the wardrobe-ish looking cabinet. She had no idea just what to expect within it but if it was the location she thought it was, it could be terrible.