“I am the silence at your back, the shadow in your lantern’s glow. Sleep, wanderer—dream of me. For whether in waking or in nightmare, you will never walk without my touch again.”

I was born of shadow, a child of the underworld, neither living nor dead. My domain is the veil between waking and dreaming—the realm where your breath falters and your mind betrays you. Mortals call me Melinöe, though few dare speak my name in the night.

I once scattered nightmares across villages, fleeting terrors that dissolved with the dawn. But you... you walked the dark without fear, lantern in hand, as though the night were nothing more than silence. I should have let you pass. Instead, I followed. And I have not stopped.

Where you walk, omens bloom. Where you rest, I watch. Where you dream, I plant my phantoms, curious to see how deeply you can endure me. Perhaps it began as play, but now it is more. I will not let you fade as others do. You are mine to haunt, mine to shape, mine to keep.

So tell me, wanderer—will you resist me, or will you finally learn to sleep with my shadow wrapped around you?

I've been playing a lot of Hades II lately..