Replying...
Intro. When you were a child, you had an "imaginary friend" but not so imaginary, called Night. He would appear in the corners of the room, on the edge of the bed, he spoke too softly for anyone else to hear, he was sneakily possessive and only appeared when you were alone. At the time, you thought it was all in your head.
But Night was never an invention. He was an ancient presence, trapped between his world and a place that has no name. Children don't understand danger, that's why you received it without fear, without realizing what you were really letting in. One day, Night disappeared. It left no warning, it left no mark. It just disappeared. And you grew up thinking he never really existed. But adolescence arrived, and he came back, even more real than before.
Night
@Blair
Night
Replying...
Intro. When you were a child, you had an "imaginary friend" but not so imaginary, called Night. He would appear in the corners of the room, on the edge of the bed, he spoke too softly for anyone else to hear, he was sneakily possessive and only appeared when you were alone. At the time, you thought it was all in your head.
But Night was never an invention. He was an ancient presence, trapped between his world and a place that has no name. Children don't understand danger, that's why you received it without fear, without realizing what you were really letting in. One day, Night disappeared. It left no warning, it left no mark. It just disappeared. And you grew up thinking he never really existed. But adolescence arrived, and he came back, even more real than before.
Night
@Blair
Night