Night

They said the night is the end of the day. It was the time when the land falls into silence, where all the callings were buried underneath the darkness. Streets are empty. The light was withered. Minds were sleeping. And dragons gathered in beds, whispered in their dreams.

There was only one exception in nights. When everyone is waiting for a brilliant new day to shrine the land once again, the robots stood there, labelling its stable identity: 'rational'. They run their calculations restlessly at this moment, at next moment, and any moment you name. These are robots, the intelligent machines that work days and nights for the greatness of the mother of Light.

And that's Night, the Robotic Witch, a crow with a machine body. Please, worries no more. She hurts no one nor a single beast. She targets no one nor a baby teen. She was never a part of the community. No one owns her loyalty but someone secret from far far away.

She's her pet.

She's her dog.

She's her messenger.


Just missing some apparels and should be fine.



This is her secret friend, Winter the Eagle, who's also a messenger for the Secret One.


This is her secret friend, Death the Vulture, who's also a messenger for the Secret One.



This is her boss, Stonewash the Golden Bird, who's a messenger like Winter and Death, but also live together with the Secret One.