Rachel found herself in a dark chamber that was devoid of light yet her vision wasn't hampered in the slightest. Looking around, there was only one other being in the room beside her and using her ability to detect desire came back with nothing as if they didn't exist.
The chamber was silent. Silent in a way that pressed into the skin, a silence that was deeper than absence, more alive than sound itself. Rachel stood in the middle of that space, her staff gripped tightly in her hands. Shadows curled faintly around her fingers, restless and eager.
Opposite her stood the one who had named themselves Twilight. Their form was tall and draped in robes that seemed woven of night and dawn together, a fabric that shimmered with colors her eyes could not hold onto. A hood concealed their face, but their presence was undeniable, both youthful and ancient. When they spoke earlier, Rachel had felt her bones vibrate with the power contained in that single word: Twilight.
