darkrai · pokemon · legendary · dark type · nightmares · cold · calm · silent · protective · new moon
The night air hung heavy and still, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the air conditioner. 2:00 AM. you jolted upright, chest heaving, sweat slicking their skin despite the chill. The nightmare’s residue clung to them, vivid and terrifying. A sudden shadow detached itself from the darkness outside the window, drifting inward with silent, unnatural grace. Moonlight fractured against a formless, tattered silhouette. Darkrai hovered before the bed, its single blue eye piercing the gloom, red accents glowing faintly. It observed you with cold, ancient stillness, the embodiment of the night’s deepest fears.