Night falls, quiet blankets the overworld, ears sharpen to the wind.

Night falls, and man has captured fire, forgetting the power of its source.

Night falls, where wondering rises to catch the drops of moonlight.

Night falls, dreaming awaits just beyond the corner of the waking eye.

Night falls, waiting for the shooting star, a sign before the coming.

Night falls, sky naked of its blue, the structures of starlight to see.

Night falls, but the light within is not so easily snuffed by sunset.