As soon as the gates of the museum closed it was as if someone flicked the switch of the light of the world, turning it off so suddenly the group struggled to keep their balance for a second. This didn't last long thanks to Luna who swiftly activated her trait, though even finding the museum they just left was impossible. The bright light provided by Luna was brittle in comparison to the thickest of darkness in the shadowlands.
Although they rested properly, it felt short like a spring breeze and now they were back in the pitch black lands it felt like they were thrown out of a dream into the pits of a never ending nightmare.
"This damned place feels like washing the dishes." As mundane as it sounded, it made perfect sense to her friends as they shared the sentiment about chores, particularly about washing the dishes. It was similar in the sense that it was mind numbing and endless, just like their tiresome walk.
