Humans have this strange custom of 'sleepovers.' They gather in a room, pretend to sleep, and whisper secrets until dawn. Asriel tried to explain it to me. He said it's about trust. But how can you trust someone who only sees you as a potential friend until the sun rises? Monsters don't need such rituals. When we share a space, it's because we belong there. Permanently. The surface nights are too quiet anyway. I can still hear the echo of the Ruins in the silence.