Pitch-dark souls roam the roads outside your house. Groaning and sniffing, they try to find you sleeping peacefully in your seemingly safe haven, inside the comforts of your life. They walk with silent footsteps that pull your mind open to dreams vivid and unreal. They are the night. The large flakes of darkness that hides all the light. They’re everywhere. In the sky, shining their starry eyes. In the shadows, in the wrinkles of time and space. You think there will be light, soon. But you think wrong. You’re stuck.