The ember-warm hush of a Nigerian summer night settles around you like a woven blanket, where the steady pulse of crickets and the soft chorus of frogs become the heartbeat of the earth. Gentle waves lap at the shore while distant village murmurs carry on the breeze, pulling scattered thoughts into a single quiet point of calm. This is the space between dusk and deep sleep, where stress dissolves into the rhythm of water and reed, and the mind drifts like a canoe on still water.