Lenny’s face is nowere to be seen in the comments. what the fluck

This is where the ponies went.  
They lie…  
Not dead, not asleep. Not waiting, because waiting implies expectation. Possibly the word we’re looking for here is…  
…dormant.  
And although the space they occupy isn’t like normal space, nevertheless they are packed in tightly. Not a cubic inch there but is filled by a hoof, a mane, an ear, the tip of a tail, so the effect is like one of those trick drawings and your eyeballs eventually realize that the space between each pony is, in fact, another pony.  
They could put you in mind of a can of sardines, if you thought sardines were cute and colorful and friendly and cheerful.  
And presumably, somewhere, there’s the key.

My fine-art-fu is weak - is this an emulation of a particular artist?