Understanding Darkness, Becoming Darkness

Mo Ling had never felt so relaxed.

He felt as if he were lying in bed on a cloudy afternoon. Threads of coolness seeped into the blankets as he pulled them tightly around himself, curled up, and buried his head in the pillow. The soft voices of adults talking drifted in from outside the room. Everything felt so safe, and he slowly sank into Dream.

Darkness wasn't that scary after all...

When the nights were too cold, growing a little fur was only natural.

There were many bad people at night, so claws were simply there to make oneself feel safe.

Putting the heart on top of the head made it possible to hear one's own heartbeat and judge one's condition. The heart was very sensitive, and it could also detect the faint information hidden in the darkness and distinguish directions.

Without vision, having sharper senses was naturally a good thing.

Being able to hear all kinds of sounds and smell all kinds of scents was proof that the senses were functioning normally, wasn't it? If danger appeared, one could escape in time.

This was simply how Dark Creatures survived. There was nothing strange about it.

Mo Ling gradually came to understand darkness.

Eternal Night was incredibly dangerous to creatures that lived in the light, full of the unknown. But for creatures that had always lived in darkness, they had long grown accustomed to the things that inspired fear.

The unknown and fear were parts of darkness itself, inseparable, just as sunlight brought burns. If one wished to receive warmth, one had to accept the transfer of heat. It was an unavoidable price.

If one wanted to enjoy the concealment and tranquility of darkness, one had to accept its other side. They were fundamentally one and the same. Living in