A deep indigo velvet envelops the sky, fading to a smoky pink on the southern corners, where Phoenix fires up the sky a hundred miles away, like a never-dying bird. Slicing silver starlight pierces the inky surface of the lake, bright pinpoints bouncing and shattering across ripples and waves from the indecisive wind. Bristly silhouettes dance darkly on the edges of sky, leaning towards one another to whisper pine needle secrets to one another. I am nothing and everything as my body melts into darkness.