That night, the city stood gracefully, veiled beneath the flickering glow of neon lights—false stars in a man-made sky.

The streets pulsed with endless motion people glued to their phone screens, chasing the last train, or merely running from the loneliness they feared to face.

Beneath the hum of engines and the shimmer of city lights, no one realized that the world they believed to be real was merely the bright side of an ancient darkness.

Since the dawn of time, this world was never meant for humans alone. There exists a thin veil separating them from the shadows a fragile curtain woven thousands of years ago by the divine hands of the Gods. That veil was the final barrier between light and nothingness, between life and the soul-devouring beings that dwelled in the dark.

But that history was buried long ago. Humanity forgot it, reducing it to myths in old books, campfire tales, or trembling legends whispered in distant villages.

They thought it was only a story.

They did not know that the shadows still lingered waiting, watching… and hungry.