The Twilight

The Universe is an infinite space, yet bound by certain laws of what has and has not, will and will not happen. All things that do not occur are relegated to a shadowy parallel realm known as the Twilight. It is a dimension that borders not only on our own, but all others, containing all the infinite might-have-beens. It is a realm where all conspiracies are true, where all religions are fact, where all improbabilities are commonplace.
     It is the nexus of all reality.
     It is a strange and terrifying place.
     There are magi who specialize in its use, people for whom probability is a playground and images are substance. Even those mages who don't focus in the Twilight make use of it, as it is a place where concept and reality converge, and a stepping off point towards other worlds.
     Being as close as it is to our world, it is possible to slip into the Twilight without noticing, departing the real world in greater or lesser degrees. To those who live partially in the Twilight, the world becomes confusing and contradictory, conspiracy laden and interlinked, more dangerous and more wonderful. To those that slide in fully, the world becomes impossible—a place where their crafted identity and chosen name bear more weight than their history, a world of ghosts, spirits and fey creatures of all forms. Upon their return to the real world, Twilight travelers of all types are often deemed to be madmen, perhaps with some cause.
     In addition to its nature of constant change, there are realms of stability, realms that maintain form based on their high former probability. Realms of parallel timelines (often created by cataclysmic changes wrought by unwary time travelers) whose ranks include worlds where variants conquered the world in the 1950s, where intelligent animals rule in the wake of humanity's downfall, where four-armed green soldiers build empires in the desert, and reams of others. Finally, there are bubbles of other worlds, magical sub continents that fled the real world when magic began to fade, and thus precipitated magic's fall. Shandamir, the Myans and others from worlds not our own float, some wating to return to this world, even if it was not their own.
     The Twilight is not a place for the unwary or the incautious. There are things within it, called Faerie, whose origins are unknown, but could come from a million other realities of worlds. Some think they are offspring of escaped daemons, or things worse than that. They enter our world from time to time, favoring the old world to the new, and the British Isles over all, for reasons they have never articulated. Their presence is real, and their blood flows through dozens of prominent lineages in Europe and Asia. Chaotic and unpredictable, the Fey are not to be trifled with.
    

Yeti
An example of a lesser Faerie, this beast is still loose in London, and has perhaps bred. Yeti was a native of the area of the Twilight that corresponds with both the Himalayas and Dinosaur Island (an entry into the Lost World—see the Case of the Dinosaur Island in Danger Asante's files). He was captured and carted in an iron cage to London for an exhibition of the wonders of Dinosaur Island, but he escaped and spent the winter terrorizing the city. Finally Danger Asante was able to return him to the Twilight realms, but every few winters, when the weather's really bad, he returns to his preferred home dimension. Unfortunately, he can only travel from corresponding points, and has no idea how to return to the Lost World, causing him to plague to London again and again.

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