Once dawn has fallen, the night crawls back. It creeps upon you slowly; gradually the scene dulls.
Then enveloped in sharp black before you realise.
Sometimes the night sky holds promises of glinting stars - messages from distant galaxies. Signs of chaos and fire and fusion. Letting you know that things continue elsewhere, even if everything in your life has come to a standstill.
Starless nights imply one thing only.
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