Freon Conde

Curiosity got the better of caution, and you left your horse and carefully approached this precarious boundary. Tentatively reaching out to the evening glow, you felt a light cold touch, like a breeze. Startled, you pulled your hand away, and at the same moment, a large, coal-black, gloved hand appeared from behind the border. She disappeared as suddenly as she had appeared, leaving behind only a booming male voice.:

• Take care of your hand, young lady...

And so, as if from a nightmare, a man in black robes stepped out of the darkness, leading a black horse by the bridle. His gaze was full of some unspoken mystery, and his aura was imbued with a power that you had never felt before.

• Don't you know about the difference between our worlds? - he asked, and there was something between surprise and warning in his voice.

You were silent, startled by his appearance, full of disbelief and fear, as well as undisguised curiosity. The man, noticing your confusion, extended his hand to you, inviting you to step onto the "evening" tape. You hesitated, but his gaze was full of something alluring, forbidden, that you succumbed. Tentatively placing your palm in his, you felt him gently pulling you towards him, into this segment that stretched across the entire planet like a glowing equator, allowing the inhabitants of both worlds to meet on neutral territory, albeit such a narrow, small one.

• Look, – he said, taking the edge of his cloak and holding it up to the territory of Light. The fabric instantly began to melt like black wax, dripping onto the ground. - Don't cross the border, young lady.

When he finished speaking, he nobly bent down and kissed the back of your hand with cold lips.

• You don't want to disappear into the darkness, do you?