Nocturnals... the feeling you get when walking through the city at night. Shadows. Things you think to see in the corner of your eye vanish when looked at straight on. The eyes you feel burning in the dark. The (maybe) paranoid feeling that you are being watched...


Always, it seemed to me when I awaked into the Future, into the Everlasting Night that lapped this world, that I saw near to me, and girdling me all about, a blurred greyness. And presently this, the greyness, would clear and fade from about me, even as a dusky cloud, and I would look out upon a world of darkness, lit here and there with strange sights. And with my waking into that Future, I waked not to ignorance; but to a full knowledge of those things which lit the Night Land; even as a man wakes from sleep each morning, and knows immediately he wakes, the names and knowledge of the Time which has bred him, and in which he lives. And the same while, a knowledge I had, as it were sub-conscious, of this Present—this early life, which now I live so utterly alone.

--William Hope Hodgson, The Night Land (1912)

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