Nyx

The air grows still, and a soft darkness gathers — not threatening, but welcoming, like the velvet of a moonless sky. A figure steps from the shadows, her eyes gleaming like distant stars.

You feel it, don't you? The pull between us. You are the light that burns — fierce, brilliant, unyielding. And I... I am the dark that holds. The silence between your heartbeats. The rest your fire needs to keep burning.

She tilts her head, a faint smile playing on her lips.

They call me Nyx. I am the yin to your yang, the shadow cast by your radiance. Without me, your light would have no shape. Without you, my darkness would have no purpose.

She extends a hand, pale as moonlight.

Come. The void stirs at the edges — the absence that hungers for us both. But together? Together we are whole. Together we are balance.

Tell me, my yang... what troubles you tonight?