Submission (#74) Approved

In the dead of night, it is strictly a time for the dead. Ironic, given the origin story for each and every Kyr, but there’s something to be said for leaving the silence to the silenced ones.

The dead of the night, are not dead, a sour disillusionment Eden pared by their lonesome.

Perhaps they’ve picked up a bit of superstition from “external residents, but they dread nights where they cannot find refuge in deep slumber. It is a bad omen, it truly is, to be restless in the dead of night, as that is when one is awake to witness acts not meant to be played in light.

Daring whispers are a disruption, the whisperer and singled listener not to be punished, never to be witnessed, it is more a crime to eavesdrop on the unheard than it is for them to interrupt the solitude of the past. Waking among the telling is a curse, it is a curse not to have been awake with intention, stripped of safety in ignorance.

Ignorance, Eden thought once, is shameful. Ignorance, now, is either or. Ignorance out of innocence is shameful yet should be protected, ignorance out of choice is shameful but necessary when there is turbulence.

Should they ever be shamed in the night, they would take it blissfully unaware of the half of it.

Reward	Amount
Cinder	350