Is this related to the Daedric Mistress of the Night?

Well, let's have a look a things. 

I'm afraid the Empress of Murk has taken the wrong turn as we are an entirely different sort of Nocturnal.

For we hail from a realm where our sustenance flows out of mountains blessing the parched with dew. If we grow faint, we shall strike up a friendship at the nearest Blockbuster as we discuss the strange murmurings out of the quickly growing "Internet" as the news folk say.

If anything, we are outside of time, yet trapped within time. We are a capsule of past happenings, yet out from this drought do we draw forth renewal. Oh, if needed we may step out of our capsule, but almost always are we looking forward to that whisper of something on the horizon. Project Revolution? Something something about an XBOX? Oh, those little neon see through contraptions are fresh in stock at our local Radioshack? 

Delightfully delirious are we.