ArchivistofTheDark

I used to be afraid of the dark. That primal fear imprinted upon our fragile minds the moment we leave the womb. We traded our birthing night for the waking day that is life, and grew fearful of our return into that from which we came. For the dark is both the beginning, and the end. The true Alpha and Omega. I was afraid, like you, of that unknown element concealing the vast horrors lurking just beyond the farthest rays of my childhood night-light. But then one fateful night it occurred to me, that if I could not see the monsters in the dark, could it be true that they couldn't see me as well? Before I knew it I found myself crawling from th