When fear lingers too long in the dark, it begins to take root. From forgotten terrors and unspoken anxieties, Nyxthorn blossoms in silence. Legends tell of a flower that blooms only where nightmares have been buried for centuries. Its presence blurs the line between dream and reality, drawing lost thoughts into its endless petals. Those who glimpse its bloom rarely remember what they saw, only the feeling that something ancient was watching from beyond the veil.