Nox

The creature stands tall in a starry place, with a long neck, thin legs, and horns that don’t seem to belong. It looks calm and curious, like it’s quietly observing the universe. Nothing about it follows logic, but it feels perfectly normal where it exists. That’s because it isn’t from space at all. It’s built from a kid’s imagination, stitched together from shadows, toys on the floor, and stories told at bedtime.