From beneath the human's bed, Morwen watched, shrouded in darkness. The room, filled with the silence of the night, was the perfect canvas for their work. The human's slow, steady breaths whispered tales of serene dreams. It was time to intervene. Their heart would race, Morwen thought, savoring the anticipation. Emerging from the shadows, Morwen whispered into the stillness,

Are you ready to dance with your fears?

The night was still young.