30 July 2012
It is pitch black outside, the only light coming from the dull glow of an orange street lamp at the back of a nearby alleyway. This suits me- I am part of a clan known as the nightdwellers. We rejoice in the dark, drink the night and take shelter under the moonlit sky. I have been awake for more than two hours, starting my day at 2:00am. I conversed with the Dragon Mistress for a while before drinking a darkly enticing mug of strong coffee, to charge my blood for the darkness. She is another nightdweller, living for the moments of honest serenity under clouded skies to let her words of power flow. There are many other nightdwellers in the realm of Opussia, some living for the setting of the sun in the evening, some for the magical aura of the Witching Hour, and some for the pure darkness of the early morn. Whatever schedule we choose as individuals, one thing's for sure- we are all nightdwellers and and, together, we cover the whole extent of the darkened hours with our endless words of secrecy and magic. Welcome to Opussia, friend, but take care not to become trapped in the silver web of time our clan weaves across these lands, unless you wish to join us- in which case, we would be happy to meet new mages of the night. As they say, the more the merrier. Come join us, if you wish, and paint these Opussian nights an even darker shade of black.
Sweet nightmares.
Nightdweller • Opuss № I