Nyx is the exceedingly dark, beautiful, powerful and unknowable Greek goddess of the Night who witnessed the birth of all of creation. She is Mother of the deepest mysteries that have haunted humanity since the beginning of time: The Mother of Moros (Doom), Styx (Hate), Hypnos (Sleep) & Thanatos (Death) and many, many others. I'm sure Holiday celebrations at Mama Nyx's house are serious business!
Deeply lost in the night.
Just as one sometimes lowers one's head to reflect,
Thus to be utterly lost in the night. All around people are asleep.
It's just play acting, and innocent self-deception, that they sleep in houses,
In safe beds, under a safe roof, stretched out or curled up on mattresses,
In sheets, under blankets; in reality they have flocked together
As they had once upon a time and again later in a deserted region,
A camp in the open, a countless number of men, an army, a people,
Under a cold sky on cold earth, collapsed where once they had stood,
Forehead pressed on the arm, face to the ground, breathing quietly.
And you are watching, are one of the watchmen,
You find the next one by brandishing a burning stick
From the brushwood pile beside you.
Why are you watching? Someone must watch, it is said.
Someone must be there.
Egyptian myrrh, amber resin, opium tar, antique patchouli, moonflower, black tea and tonka bean.