He didn’t notice the change at first. The madness had always come as nightmares before the sleepwalking started. A hint that something was off. Now? There was no hint. At least none as obvious as the nightmares that so often slipped into reality.
This change he heard about from someone else. Rumours of a giant moth gliding through the night. Magical presumably. It had a glow to it. A glow that drew in all the other moths of its surroundings. It surrounded itself in a giant swarm of them, silent until you got too close.
The unlucky few that had gotten that close hadn’t lasted. The swarm descended from the sky and engulfed them in its glow. Pale wings soon covered in gore. Such a terrible sight.
Terrible and so awfully familiar. Maybe the Nightmare wasn’t over yet after all. Ruthok wasn’t sure he could go without sleep again.