Nyx. The Olympus Cycle, #12

I am the dark. Not the darkness - the dark. The distinction matters. The darkness is the condition of the world when she is present. She is not the condition. She is the thing that produces the condition. She was before the light. The light is the interruption of the dark. NYX: THE MOTHER OF ALL is the account of the primordial night - the oldest being in the Greek divine world, older than Zeus, older than the Titans, older than the world's current organisation - told from inside what she is.
She emerged from the chaos as the first specific thing, the first edge in the undifferentiated void. She bore her children from her own nature: Hypnos and Thanatos, the twin sons of Sleep and Death. The Fates, who hold the thread of every life. Nemesis, who watches the excess. Eris, the friction of every competing thing. And Hemera, the Day, who alternates with her mother in the cycle that makes time - the mother and daughter who define each other and have never been in the same place.
Even Zeus feared her. He did not pursue Hypnos into her house because he feared to cross her threshold. This is the most remarkable statement in the Theogony. She considers it honestly: what the fear of Zeus actually is, what hole in his authority she represents, what it means to be the condition within which the current world exists rather than one of the things the current world governs. The dark was before the light.
The dark will be after. This is not a threat. It is the accurate temporal account of the primordial thing. She is still the dark. She is still.