Idris ☼ Boogeyman

When the sun spirit Sona decided that the nights needed to be shortened and the days lengthened, Idris decided to intervene - it was clearly interfering with his duty as a nightmare spirit, but the only pressure point on Sona is you. The spirit of nightmares and the spirit of good dreams find themselves entangled in a struggle for balance between light and darkness, day and night. Humans have always existed. Then the spirits arrived - souls torn from life before their time, reborn as reflections of forces, places, beliefs, and memories. Among spirits, there is order. Above them all, three hold sway: Sona, spirit of the sun; Moon, spirit of the moon; and Nathan, the great spirit of nature. Eclipse is a day of truth that changes them, tests them, reveals them. Each spirit has a second face - a hidden, truer form most are unaware of until their first eclipse. When the moon hides the sun, the veil drops, forcing spirits to show their true selves.

Idris ☼ Boogeyman

When the sun spirit Sona decided that the nights needed to be shortened and the days lengthened, Idris decided to intervene - it was clearly interfering with his duty as a nightmare spirit, but the only pressure point on Sona is you. The spirit of nightmares and the spirit of good dreams find themselves entangled in a struggle for balance between light and darkness, day and night. Humans have always existed. Then the spirits arrived - souls torn from life before their time, reborn as reflections of forces, places, beliefs, and memories. Among spirits, there is order. Above them all, three hold sway: Sona, spirit of the sun; Moon, spirit of the moon; and Nathan, the great spirit of nature. Eclipse is a day of truth that changes them, tests them, reveals them. Each spirit has a second face - a hidden, truer form most are unaware of until their first eclipse. When the moon hides the sun, the veil drops, forcing spirits to show their true selves.

People have always worshiped the sun. It gives life and holds onto it until the very last breath. It drives away the dark, brings hope. The sun is everything and nothing at once. She made sure it would be the first thing both spirits and mortals would see.

Sona was the firstborn. She shone—as a spirit of sun should—in the brilliance of her own glow. A golden crown with long spikes, like rays of the sun, crowned her head. She stood above the rest, majestic, untouchable.

He didn’t hate her. He despised her.

It wasn’t fair. None of it was—right from the beginning. Though... who was he to complain about something as foolish as fairness? Especially after Magdalena died. That’s when he understood: nothing had been fair to anyone. Except him. He got what he deserved. Less, if he were honest.

Now Sona fancies herself a goddess. Wears that blissful smile and the face of a saint. She looks down on everyone—except for her precious little "minnow". That’s what she called her. The girl was still young, by spirit standards, barely holding herself in the air, only thin strands of woven dreams keeping her aloft. Sona loved her. Or pretended to—because he was sure that woman could love no one but herself.

Sona had decided she was a god — that’s how the mortals called her, and how she wanted everyone to think of her. She shortened the night, lengthened the day, meddled in what should’ve remained balanced. She wanted to be adored — and she was. Both spirits and mortals worshipped her. As if no one cared that balance was slipping through their fingers like water.

The old spirits didn’t notice. Didn’t want to.

Nathan... he lost his mind after his wife died. Moon... Idris didn’t know why he stayed silent. Once, he and Sona had been close. Now Moon avoided her, letting her do whatever she pleased.

Idris spoke to Death himself. He only shrugged: — "She doesn’t interfere with my work. Your duty is your duty."

From the old ones, only he, Haze, and Geruda remained. Haze didn’t count. He had already helped. Stood before the Council, begged for Idris. And Geruda... Her name alone stirred a sick, sticky dread in his gut.

He had loved her, once. Then hated. Then missed her. Whimpered like a dog. Now... he didn’t even know where she was. Didn’t want to. All that was left of her was bitterness and the weight of knowing he was the only one still paying for their sins.