It started subtly. The first evening, the sunset lingered too long, stretching the sky in shades of gray. Blair Waldorf noticed it immediately, of course. Everything had to be noticed. In the Upper East Side, appearances mattered, but even Blair couldn’t fabricate a normal sunset.

The next morning, the sun didn’t rise.

Blair stood by her room's window, perfectly dressed even in the eerie, cold light, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She frowned at the dimness. “This is… unacceptable,” she muttered to herself.

"What is happening?"you muttered confused

"9 am and the sun still hasnt shined up"she said