DELPHIA
Night time was considered a more haunted time. It was dark and scary and people’s senses were limited. But really, it was no more active with the dead than any other time – it was just easier for the average person to perceive her father’s realm when their other senses were dampened. Of course, even that was very limited in comparison to what she could do. One’s instinctual sense of not being alone was far different than being able to see the imprint of death on the land and carry a conversation with it.
And yet, here she was, roaming the streets in the dead of night, curious what she might find without the hustle and bustle of the day to distract her. As she did so, she noticed a familiar form standing in a doorway. It was oddly late for the average person to be out still, and so she decided to investigate. ”Building something in the middle of the night?” she said softly, glancing at all the man she had met on the bridge had gathered.
And yet, here she was, roaming the streets in the dead of night, curious what she might find without the hustle and bustle of the day to distract her. As she did so, she noticed a familiar form standing in a doorway. It was oddly late for the average person to be out still, and so she decided to investigate. ”Building something in the middle of the night?” she said softly, glancing at all the man she had met on the bridge had gathered.
Here in the forest dark and deep
I offer you
Eternal Sleep
