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The world of the Twilight is utterly bizarre. Even Others know this - the blazing sky, the grayed out surroundings, the blue moss growing here and there and sometimes everywhere.
Being sent into the Twilight by a stronger foe is even more bizarre. She knows her body hurts - there's an ache she didn't quite leave behind when she was shoved out of the human world. She's lost track of the common landmarks of Moscow, and has been wandering for what feels like forever. It's getting harder to move - the Twilight is sucking away her warmth, her strength, leaving only aching cold.
Panic is starting to set in. Despite all her training, she can't get free of the Twilight's grey grip, she can't find any of the Nightwatch to help, and she knows that soon... she'll never leave.
Being sent into the Twilight by a stronger foe is even more bizarre. She knows her body hurts - there's an ache she didn't quite leave behind when she was shoved out of the human world. She's lost track of the common landmarks of Moscow, and has been wandering for what feels like forever. It's getting harder to move - the Twilight is sucking away her warmth, her strength, leaving only aching cold.
Panic is starting to set in. Despite all her training, she can't get free of the Twilight's grey grip, she can't find any of the Nightwatch to help, and she knows that soon... she'll never leave.