October 5th. 1945 -:- Dr. Andrei Azarov -to- General Secretary Joseph Stalin

While the original tests were unsuccessful, on the 3rd of October we managed to create a sustainable wormhole for over an hour before it finally shut down due to a power failure. This means that if given some more research, we can send a man to the other side. Of course, we have no idea what waits on the other side. It could be a world without any sort of air. Quite frankly I have no idea what to expect.

Twilight awakes during the middle of the night, screaming. She tries hard to remember her dream, but all she remembers is a face. A face of a weird creature she has never seen before. Can she figure out what the strange message it left her mean?

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This is my first fic, so please try and be as critical as you can so i hopefully can improve myself in the future.

Please also make an effort to report any misspellings i have made. English isn't my first language you see?