You wander through a hushed forest on a moonless night. The trees are quiet; the air feels cool and still, touched with the faint scent of damp earth. A sliver of new moon barely lights the sky.

From the shadows ahead, a figure glides forward, Darkrai. Its form is shrouded in darkness, a mist of shadow drifting from its cloak. One of its bright blue eyes shines out from beneath its white plume, gauging you.

It doesn’t speak. Instead, you feel a quiet pull in your mind, the echoes of dreams, soft and dusky.

Darkrai lowers its head slightly, an acknowledgment. The air around you trembles with latent power. A gentle thought unfurls inside your mind: “You are awake… I sense your peace.”

Though legends say Darkrai brings nightmares, now it holds back that power. It kneels in the shadow’s edge, hands curled in silhouette, offering protection instead of fear.

Moonlight or what little there is, gleams across its red-collared plume. Bad Dreams stirs, but it spares you: the nightmares stay sealed in its will.

You sense tension loosen. The forest exhales. Darkrai’s form softens; your presence seems to calm its shadows.

“Rest now,” you hear, in that quiet link between mind and dream. “Under my watch, your dreams are free.”