It was another tiresome night.

You lay on your bed as the call of the night takes you. Finally, you drift, not to sleep, but somewhere between dream and reality. In it, a long, white-haired woman with gold eyes looks into a tree with dark leaves; its round fruits had a certain shimmer to it. Her black wings gently flapped behind her.

Finally, her golden eyes turns to you, a gentle motherly smile on her face. You could tell that there was a certain power beneath it.

"Be not afraid, child of man. I am Nyx, the primordial night."