Chapter 51 - Amid the Midnight Moon

Night was... simply a reserved being; being simply a morose in its very root of nature of darkness, of loneliness... very reticent and secretive thus wrapping the land with its hushed setting. Only the distant murmurous of the whispering wind which gently stroked - swishing about along with the flow of haze and that cold grass below the shelter of those gloomy skies. Gloomy mien, showing no bright typical of the blue skies like its relative, but an utter darkness utterly dominated the whole of this land... albeit temporary, simply as part of cycle as many say. This balanced the infinite creations, counterbalancing the shiny bright and warm daylight, with its gloomy dark and cold night,