Midnight drapes the house in velvet darkness, and my light sketches white paint bucket across the floor. From the hallway's edge, a silent figure emerges the Night Shadow Hunter, guardian of the night. Cloaked in the house's own shadows, he glides over the floor smoothing jagged darkness with a breath of cool air. He gathers stray silences, corrals flickering lights, and returns them to the night outside. Each creak obeys his will, each whisper obeys his command. He watches over sleeping rooms, ensuring no darkness lingers too long. In his presence, the house breathes easily, and the night remains a gentle, watchful friend.
