One night, a woman named Elara approached Taylor in his low-rent office. She didn't lose her keys or a briefcase; she had lost her "Sense of Wonder." In the Nightside, such abstract things can be stolen and sold to the highest bidder on the Black Market.
Realizing the cost of defying the man who was once destined to be the King of the Nightside, the Collector handed over the jar. Taylor gave it to Elara. As she opened it, the golden light rushed back into her, and for the first time in years, the neon lights of the Nightside didn't look threatening—they looked like a celebration. Nightside
The Collector hissed, "In this place, finders are keepers, Taylor." One night, a woman named Elara approached Taylor
"This belongs to her," Taylor said, his voice echoing with an authority that even the Nightside respected. Taylor gave it to Elara
Taylor nodded, adjusted his trench coat, and led her into the Street of Gods. They passed , the Punk God of the Straight Edge, who stood guard over a doorway to a dimension made of broken glass.
"I feel nothing but the gray," she whispered. "The Nightside has finally swallowed my light."