The night isn’t kind to everyone. Especially not him. The older he got the bigger his fear grew with each passing moonlit hour. What’s out there? he thought. Dogs barked and cars grumbled and somewhere under his bed something squeaked. His dads refused to leave a light on. The city lights were bright enough. And where there was light, there was hope. Safety.
But Allister couldn’t believe that. Not until his sister gifted him the one object that would not shine light, but make him see it. Even in the darkest dark.
Later in life, he learned that he must have just been born a night owl, because the truth was that the mask couldn’t help him sleep. But it helped him see things he couldn’t before, and with that new perspective, over time his fears faded. He befriended the night.