Under Night Cover

Their touch, a spark in the void, unravels mysteries locked tight, Revealing paths cloaked in shadow, by the cold, indifferent night. Eyes aglow with secrets known, they walk where others fear to tread, Among the whispers of the lost, and the echoes of the dead. With every step, the air grows thick, with the scent of danger near, Yet in this dance with darkness, there's a thrill that some revere. For in the heart of peril, beneath the threat of night's swift blade, Lies the beauty of discovery, and the thrill of secrets laid.