“There is a kind of peace that only darkness offers — not the absence of feeling, but the presence of everything you have been told to silence. Nyctophilia began as a whisper at midnight, the kind that grows into a roar only the page can hold.

These poems are not warnings. They are invitations. To sit in the uncomfortable quiet. To name the shadows that follow you. To understand that loving the night does not mean you have given up on the dawn — it means you have finally learned to exist inside the whole of yourself.”

— From the Introduction, Nyctophilia