Hoping to get to a magical world full of ponies that can talk (and tons of precious extra special unicorn horn) the somewhat former goddess of destruction followed a
clearly marked trail through the forest. And the trail went on and on. It was the farthest she had ever gone into the forest without the strange topology of the place sending her back toward Milliways.
But she never reached Equestria. The topology became very strange, but in a way it had not before, as it started to mimic dream logic the further she followed the trail. Right up until she came up to an actual dream.
Nightmare.
Both.
Vast fields of marrentil. That evil weed that subjects the gods to the will of mortals, vast fields of it, sown by hubris. Fields that were there to trap her, hold her here at the end of time for all eternity, so that the end of time never comes to pass. Fields of infinite bliss inviting her to dance and forget about what must be done.
A field of marrentil. A trap. Her trap. Her fall from godhood. Bliss. Happiness.
A field set ablaze by her will not to fall, not to forget. But then it was the fires that danced and twisted, bending the winds to their will, their needs. And the smoke's call to her and to all gods, "Play with us! Save us! Nurture us! Dance with us! Protect us from the Destroyer! Exist!"
She spend days in the dream, and days in the nightmare, among the flora and the flames. And at the end of it she emerged from the forest by the lake, where she found a waka constructed in the fashion of her world. Forgetting her dislike of the water, she got into the canoe and paddled out to the middle of the lake, where she could think. And smoke some of the strongest marrentil she has ever encountered. On her own terms, not what any lower being wanted to force down her lungs.
On her own terms.