Darkness coloured the skies, falling subsequently on everything that was under the heavens. The absence of the sun caused the cloud to don a tint of black. Their earliest white colour was given turning to the opposite despite the full glowing moon sitting on the sky. Darkness and noon, a well known signal that yet another day had passed and the night was here to continue the endless circle where the beginning was the end she the end was the beginning.
As distorted as the night made object appear. It had a beauty of its own. On that s certain tranquility that the day could only dream of but never have. Stars acting like fragments of diamonds sewn into the lovely fabric the sky had painted out.
Illuminated by the bright moon light, everything below had a bit of brightness. Amongst all others was that room in that wooden cabin. The windows edge of two wall, allowed the flow of the moonlight into the room. The white light glowed beautifully as it grazed on the object in the room.
