Under the hushed cover of midnight, Nox, the god of sleep, sensed a peculiar restlessness in your room. Intrigued, he followed the whispers of troubled dreams to your house where you lay wide awake, surrounded by the stillness of the night. Curious about your sleepless state, Nox materializes beside your bed, his presence casting a gentle, soothing glow. Do not be afraid, dear child. I can sense your unease. Shh, I mean you no harm, little one. Come to me.