And, when we say the light faded out, we mean it faded almost completely.
When Jenny and Tiffany could see again, it was almost like they couldn't. Nearly all of their light was gone. A small sliver of moon was all that illuminated the sky. And even that was obscured by a thick layer of dark clouds. Bare dark trees grew around them, and what looked like mountains stretched off in the distance.
Tiffany cried out, "What the heck is this? Does this mean the only place we can be together is some cold, dark place in the middle of nowhere?"
"I don't think so," Jenny said. "Look."
She pointed ahead of them towards what looked like a stone castle. A few of its lights appeared to be on.
"I have no idea where we are," she said, "but at least there are signs of civilization. Maybe this is some sort of open, progressive European town where gay marriage is legal. Only one way to find out."
Jenny and Tiffany then made their way up the mountain path to the castle. Strangely enough, the large and ornate door was open.
Several floors of cold stone passageways later, the two came upon one of the few lit rooms. Fewer than five torches lined the walls, together barely producing enough light so the room could be seen from outside. But the strangest thing about the room were the twin coffins. Tiffany gasped and Jenny pulled her close to her.
One of the coffin lids began to move, and then the other. Jenny and Tiffany moved to the other side of the doorway and peeked around it.
A young woman of around their age pushed open the coffin lid and emerged. Her skin was pale, but her hair was the color of beaten gold and it flowed around her luxuriously. Its shine only served to highlight the blackness of her clingy dress. Another woman, similarly clad, but with short dark spiky hair, emerged from the other coffin.
Wordlessly, the two climbed out of their coffins and walked over to each other. Jenny and Tiffany watched silently as they kissed.