You were born into something which you always thought was something, normal.

Deep in the countryside, isolated from the outside world, an community rests where you and many more people were born into, praying an deity which was known was "Thy" but it went by other alias' was well, it never stuck with one name. You called it, "Twilight" because you felt like you felt the presence more at night.

Your family and everyone else is always quiet and doing their chores or work, you did the same which your beloved, deity told you do.

You wouldn't dare to question them, right?