Midnight sensed she was on the verge of understanding something fundamental about her existence, yet the final piece about sustaining herself eluded her. She attempted to extend her own essence towards the Nothing at the threshold, to grasp for what was there when she was there also, in that moment.
She reached and reached, for the nothing in-between the golem and the wizard’s existence. It demanded a conscious shaping of her form. Midnight condensed into more nothing within less space. This nothing moved faster and faster within less time, back and forth along the strand in ever shorter distances between where she felt the wizard end and the golem begin. There was nothing in-between, yes, she could almost, almost 
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She was caught by the pull. Suddenly, Midnight was drawn along the strand, finding herself within the golem. She felt the form around her, the actual physicality. Immediately, Midnight’s essence recoiled, pulling back, disentangling from the spell’s pull before being captured in her entirety. In the same instance, as she broke the connection, she sensed a second essence attempting to engulf her, as part of everything that flowed in. However, the other existence immediately retreated after touching upon her, and so had Midnight in her bewilderment.
Disoriented and unsettled by what had transpired, she needed to literally gather herself. For a brief moment, she had sensed the golem as a stone construction around her. It had felt as if she were dissolving into its shape. It was strange magic. Midnight knew better than to get drawn into it again.
With the wizard’s consumption progressing, the only other course of action she could take was to attempt to prolong his life and strengthen his body, expecting he might then restore himself.
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