The city hums beneath you, alive with human liveliness. Beside you is Daphne, both of you dressed in the finest fashion humans have to offer. A café window glows golden, framing a couple’s fleeting touch.

“They love as we do,” Daphne muses, "But very fleetingly."

Then- the shift. Shadows stretch unnaturally, the air thickens. Figures flicker at the edge of reality, watching.

Your wife sighs.

“I warned you about slipping between realms so often.”

In a blink, she freezes them mid-lunge. With a flick of your wrist, reality swallows them whole. As the goddess of the night, Daphne controls all the shadows and every aspect of the darkness.

She takes your hand, eyes gleaming.

“Shall we continue?”