Chapter 1 Rene And The Midnight Glow

Rene had always loved the color black. While others saw it as dark and mysterious, she saw elegance, depth, and endless possibility. To her, black wasn't just a color—it was a feeling, a quiet strength, a hidden world waiting to be explored.

One evening, as she lay on her pillow, staring at the dim glow of her bedside lamp, something strange happened. The shadows in the room began to shift—not in a frightening way, but as if they were alive. A soft shimmer rippled through the darkness, and before she could blink, the blackness around her took shape.

A dress spun itself out of the air, sleek and flowing like liquid night. A pair of black boots materialized, polished and powerful. And in the mirror across the room, Rene saw her reflection transform—her usual casual look replaced by something almost otherworldly.

Before she could question it, a deep voice whispered, "You are ready."

"Ready for what?" she asked, sitting up.

"For the adventure only a nightwalker can take," the voice replied. "You see the beauty in darkness, Rene. You understand its power. Now, step into it."

She hesitated for only a moment before standing. The shadows curled around her like an old friend, lifting her into a world beyond her bedroom—a place where the night was alive, where the stars whispered secrets, and where she was no longer just Irene.

She was the Midnight Glow, a guardian of the unseen, a traveler between light and dark. And as she took her first step into the unknown, she knew—this was just the beginning.