A fire sets the horizon alight in a marvelous glow; a gradient reaching from a sea of sky to a sea of flame. The sky, like fresh-squeezed wine hangs on to the last fading remnants of her color before that celestial ball of fire sinks below the level horizon to feed a forgotten hemisphere which now hungers for the daylight. Our corner of the world gradually turns to shade, unveiling numerous brilliant points of light across the blanket of the sky. The full moon shines forth in her glory, illuminating the ground in her melancholy glow, bringing with it the mysteries of the night.