Totty, Why am I afraid at night?

I don’t know why you’re afraid at night, but I can tell you why I am afraid at night. I am afraid of the goatmen and the leaning tree, of the broken mirror and the crimson fiends—but what I am most afraid of is that you will also come to fear not just these, but many other yet unknown terrors of the night. They’ve long been skulking in the waxing shade of the mountains at dusk and in the blurry outlines of starshadows, but they had very little to do before we descended from the trees and walked on backhands…