A young maiden, in the prime year of sixteen, wandered aimlessly in a small corridor. The walls were lined with mutiple doors, each unique with a different and notable style or framework. All of these doors held interesting patterns and intricate shapes upon their wooden structure, and they all held particular memorable meanings and symbols that struck feelings of hope, interest, and love within her. However, apon her trek through this corridor of wonderous doors, she managed to finds several doors that were...plain. Sure, they might have held majesty once-faded mosaics lightly appeared upon these wooden surface-but now, they held almost nothing. Upon seening these doors, the maiden felt something tuck at her heart: A type of nostalgic melancholy that she felt she could relate to, but she could not understand why. Suddenly, a sense of urgency rushed through her: her dazed glide turned into a determined run. She could not really grasp the reason why she was running or where she was even going, but she knew she had to get there as quickly as possibly. The corridor seemed never ending, but eventually, she saw a lone door at the very end. It was the largest door in the entire corridor, and as she approached closer, it seemed it would have the most beautiful design than all the other doors: It had a decorative golden trim-it was rusted, but it still there-and the doorknob was of a grand wolf's head, its fangs snarled at any danger or unwanted vistors that might approach the sublime door. As the maiden got closer, she noticed that the door did indeed have a design of its own, and from what she could see, it was one of the most breath-taking mosaics she had ever seen. But it was fading and fast!!
"No!" she shouted, running as fast as she could; she felt like her feet would fall off if she even thought about stoping. But she didn't, and she wouldn't. Because what ever was behind that door, the girl knew, would disappear along with the fantastic shapes if she did reach the door in time.
'Come on...Come on...!' she mentally berated herself, putting all of her want, her passion, her NEED to reach that door into every step she took. Before she knew it, she had her hand on the angry wolf's head. The maiden twisted the heavy knob and pushed against the massive wooden door. A bright, surreal light filter through the increasing crack of the door, giving light to the small corridor. As soon as she witnessed this light, the girl knew that this was what she had been searching for. The maiden managed to open the door, and she stepped into the light, and then the world knew...
Twilight was back.