The Legend of Nightfold speaks of Hypnos, Sleep, said to live in a quiet cave untouched by sunlight. Born of Night and twin to Death, he carried the gentler power. Not force, not punishment, but the soft undoing of strain.

The cave was a place where the world could not perform. At the entrance, plants associated with sleep were said to grow, a signal that rest was not weakness, but law. Inside, the air was still, the water slow, and the sharp edges of thought began to soften.

Hypnos did not demand surrender. He moved quietly through homes and minds, easing those who had worked too hard for too long, offering the kind of silence that feels like permission.

Even the proud could not resist him. Sleep was older than pride, older than urgency, older than the habits that keep a body braced when the day is already over.

Nightfold is the walk toward that cave. A ritual of lowering the volume of the world, so your nervous system can hear a single simple message again. It is safe to stop now. The Legend of Nightfold is the reminder that deep rest can be gentle, and still complete.