When the world was created, countless centuries ago, it was made under a set of rules.

Rules by which all things resident must abide.

All things are limited in existing in only one place. At anyone moment. To travel from one place to another, both time and energy must be sacrificed, but our world isn't the only world.

Sharing the same space, beneath our limited senses, lies another world.

One likely much older.

One where the rules are different.

We should not know of this space.

We should be separate.

But sometimes, those who inhabit this other realm will cross over.

The pages are one of the few evidence that it was ever here. It leaves primitive drawings of its likeness along its path. Any printings of the written words are torn to pieces. These actions, I know, are the only windows into its mind. Habits that developed in a deviant world.

If I could just understand. If I could only fathom. Maybe... I could put an end to its third and most notable practice. A world-wide trail of vanishing children. Many likely unaccounted for.

Where are they taken? And why?

Only now have I started to feel that I may never know.

I may never understand.

After 1000 year, I have never once come close to finding my sister.

How do you conceive something that has no face?

How do you find something that adheres to no rules?

You don't. It finds you.

I don't understand. I won't ever understand. I JUST WANT HER BACK!

-Princess Celestia Solaria Nocturnus, 1000 years after Princess Luna's mysterious disappearance by the hands of the Faceless One.