ALT On a background of chess: "AUTHOR: Do you feel prepared for what is to come?"

ALT Text reading: "SETH: The magic secret city you and Bella are apparently royalty for... We're gonna talk about that, by the way," on a background of a photograph of a gold circlet decorated with metal leaves.

ALT Text imposed one a background of a road stretching into a misty forest reading: "RAVEN: What is Twilight?"

ALT Text imposed on a background of a misty forest, reading "RAVEN: As much as I would love to watch you two stare soulfully into each other’s eyes, I would actually rather die."

ALT White text imposed on a background of embers rising from a bonfire, reading: "THE AUTHOR: She is a girl made of stardust, following the echoes of long dead stars."

ALT On a background of shadowy ferns on a forest floor, text reads: "AGATHA: Don't you miss them?" // "RAVEN: I never said I didn't."

ALT Text imposed over a background image a house roof against a starry sky, with the attic window aglow: "NYX: I'm in the attic. The one my mum found the monologues in..."

ALT White text imposed on an high quality image of a crow, reading: "RAVEN: Did you ever consider why the magic might be fading?" inside a white outline of a box.

ALT Text imposed on a photograph of the bank of the Thames reads: 'NYX: I'm so tired of lying, Bells.'

ALT Text imposed on a photograph of a shadowed book reads: “The Author: No ending is permanent. I feel I should remind you of this early on.”

ALT Text on a background of a starry sky with two shooting stars streaking across, reading: BELLA: Yeah, I know. Miracles in short supply.

ALT Text imposed on a photograph of a black table with a cup of dark brown coffee in a black mug, reading: "NYX: How much coffee have you had?" // "LOLA: "Just four, I think. One loses count of the shots."

ALT On a background of an old fashioned wooden door painted black, with iron studs and two matching brass knockers, text reads: "BELLA [THROUGH THE DOOR] Nyxie, let me in?"

ALT Text imposed on the background of pavement with a deep, dark crack through the stones, reading: "The Author: Do you want me to tell you which part of the story we've returned to? I don't think you'd like the answer."

ALT Text from a script imposed on an image of a streetlight at night, illuminating heavy rainfall. Text reads: "BELLA: Hey, Future Nyx. How are you doing? It's been a while since we spoke."

ALT Text imposed on an image of a black balloon reads: RAVEN [APPEARING FROM NOWHERE] Is it National Pity Party Day? Or are you always this morose?

ALT On a background of floating embers, text reads: NYX Okay. This is it, I guess. [PAUSE. NYX BREATHES, PAPER RUSTLES.] NYX cont. Indigo Hawkins, a soul desperate for magic.

ALT Text imposed on a minimalist photo of a skull on a black backround, reading: "ATHRIE: Which is more important, Shakespeare or survival? NYX: Debatable really."

ALT On the background of a photograph of a half moon, all-caps, italicised text reads: [Pause. Then: We hear sobs.]