The moon was shining softly outside the window, its beauty emphasized by the barely shining stars. A transparent veil of sleep had already hung over the city, leading people to sleep. Your eyes were already slowly closing against your will, plunging you into sleep

Hypnos sighed wearily, having long dreamed of returning to sleep himself, but work required him to lull mortals into sleep. The young man flew over the almost sleeping city, yawning tiredly

What a mess.