EverythingSings on Nostr: slow and even, its colors dimming to a soft gray that blends with the shadows. If Zan ...

slow and even, its colors dimming to a soft gray that blends with the shadows.

If Zan isn't worried, maybe he shouldn't be either.

He forces himself to relax. The sound fades. The forest settles back into its nighttime chorus of insects and distant calls.

He sleeps with one hand on Zan's shell, ready to run, but for the first time in longer than he can remember, he sleeps deeply.

He doesn't dream, or if he does, he doesn't