She was never a monster,just a women turned to stone.they told her stories with venom,but she learned to speak in flowers.her hair,a wild garden of serpents,whispered secrets of survival.in her isolation,she found strength,turning pain into softness. And in the end,medusa learned to love herself even when the world could not. ... nyctophilia-the condition of being very happy and comfortable in the dark and night. (Ps:the poem from above is not mine and this story is originally my own idea. This is not a story of the actual medusa. This is just some random fantasy story that i suddenly wanted to make.there's no gods or goddesses in this story.just some supernatural people and a gorgon is one of them)