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Twilight set itself upon the realm, covering it as such a blanket of silver dust.
Beautiful it was, even mesmerising, as the sky and all the serene scenery around flickered and shun lightly.
It held a similar feeling to a childs’ bedside lamp, ever so slightly lighting up and area before dimming down and lighting up another. Except these light up for than one spaces at once in random waves of energy.
It would only have been natural to believe this was a dream, if it weren’t for the after-effect of the twilights hold.

Sorran grasped his neck like a prisoner sentenced to hang.
Desperately hoping he could protect his neck from being broken, yet choking suddenly on air itself.
What was going on? He had been fine only instances ago! That’s what he had initially thought, but soon realised wasn’t true.

How could he have not realised? Humes were not meant to dwell in twilight- even he would be affected though only half his blood was that of a hume! Only seconds after he had stepped into this dream his vital organs had been numbed, damaged and slowly stopped functioning.
Yet he had felt so drawn to it, as if he needed it- couldn’t possibly live without it!
What he felt and what it was doing to him disagreed with each other as his vision began to blur.


The sanctuary was within running distance; he could see it out of the corner of his eye! If he ran back he would survive what was slowly killing his body! And yet…
His legs wouldn’t move. He didn’t want to run back to the crew desperately calling his name, this wasn’t the twilights doing.

Instead he started to move forwards, trying to fight off the sensation clouding his lungs. Before him was a altar- it was where the twilight was flowing out of. It was where he wanted to be.

“Sorran, come back here this instance! Are you out of your mind?! You aren’t an anima- you won’t survive!” Cried Sylvain who was held back by Crow and Juan.

It was in vain, Sorran wasn’t listening to him or anything else apart from the faint buzz coming from the altar. Slowly, stepping towards it, he felt and saw the world around faded away as a new horizon formed from scratch. He had finally stepped in, the blind world.