There are terrors that hide behind the stars, in the expanse of the void, in the realm where all dreams connect.
Once, it was believed that nightmares were simply figments of our imaginations. That could not be further from the truth.
I scour the dreams of ponies, both in my dimension and in the realms of others, always alert, a bastion against any that would try to break through to the physical realm.
The sound of things going bump in the night is the sound of them falling by my blades.