The Night doesn’t care about us. That’s a good thing.
The Sun cares about us. The Moon cares about us. The stars, if nothing else, engage with humanity. The Night doesn’t.
Calling it ancient doesn’t cut it. Night is an elderly matriarch before which the Sun and Moon are petulant children and the Earth is a newborn infant. Humanity doesn’t even factor in. We aren’t insects or parasites living on the Earth. We are the ephemeral breeze that blows for a moment and dissipates. Even if we could make ourselves noticed, we would be gone before anything could be done.
There are some particularly crazy wizards (in wizard circles the craziest tend to be right) who claim to have interacted with, spoken with the Night. It would be more accurate to say that they saw the Night’s reflection through a spyglass, and the experience just about broke them. They also claim that it is fighting a war against something, a war fought by flinging large moons at the opponent over the course of millennia.
So be grateful it doesn’t care about us.
The Sun cares about us. The Moon cares about us. The stars, if nothing else, engage with humanity. The Night doesn’t.
Calling it ancient doesn’t cut it. Night is an elderly matriarch before which the Sun and Moon are petulant children and the Earth is a newborn infant. Humanity doesn’t even factor in. We aren’t insects or parasites living on the Earth. We are the ephemeral breeze that blows for a moment and dissipates. Even if we could make ourselves noticed, we would be gone before anything could be done.
There are some particularly crazy wizards (in wizard circles the craziest tend to be right) who claim to have interacted with, spoken with the Night. It would be more accurate to say that they saw the Night’s reflection through a spyglass, and the experience just about broke them. They also claim that it is fighting a war against something, a war fought by flinging large moons at the opponent over the course of millennia.
So be grateful it doesn’t care about us.
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