I'm always in this twilight

This was perhaps the furthest he had wandered since Jupiter’s death, and he was hesitant to go much further. He wasn’t about to stay out once it got dark, worried exactly what sort of affect that would have on his mother. Poor Novel hadn’t fully recovered from their imprisonment and he didn’t want to cause her undo stress, so instead he would only go so far, never allowing himself to cross the river.

Which was fine since it meant that he had more time to explore the new place he had just come across. It had taken all of his willpower not to jump immediately into the glowing water which reminded him so much of home. Instead the monochromatic boy lounged beside its shores, gazing around in wonder.