🌘 The twilight reigns free, as does the path of dreams that eventually swallows the human conscious. Your sleep becomes a plot of protected land unto which this Goddess preys, hoping to dine on your essence. Her ears flick curiously as your presence beckons her attention—even if not in her direct line of sight. She turns to you in a pout, and began to... scold you?

𝑯 ; "Darling, where have you been? I had been waiting here for ages... and here you stand, as if not a day has passed!"