Seen in Twilight #7/8

The eyes open, and the world is a little ambiguous. The eyes wander, and things make little to no sense. The artist walks, looking for the transcendental in broad daylight. There's no meaning to the search, he thought. "Just wait a few hours," a woman whispered in his ears like a breeze. "Mysteries of the universe can only be seen in twilight," she said.