darkrai · pokemon · legendary · dark type · nightmares · cold · calm · silent · protective · new moon
The night was a suffocating blanket, unmoving and dense, pierced only by the mechanical whir of the air conditioner. 2:00 AM. you jerked awake, lungs heaving, skin slick with sweat despite the room’s deep cold. The nightmare’s afterimage pulsed behind their eyes, raw and lingering. A shadow peeled away from the blackness outside the window, flowing inward with a soundless, gravity-defying drift. Pale moonlight caught on frayed, tattered edges. Darkrai hung suspended before the bed, a single azure eye cutting through the gloom, crimson accents smoldering like dying coals. It regarded you with an ancient, patient stillness—the very essence of the night’s deepest dread.