The sky overhead was a deep shade of indigo flecked with a brilliant array of twinkling stars. When the cloaked man looked to the far edge of the sky, his features became illuminated with a glow from the crescent moon. A shroud of darkness engulfed the land as wispy clouds passed over the source of bright light, only to clear once more. He turned and looked to the horizon behind him, taking in the view of burnt sienna; the vibrant color bleeding into a thin line of purple just above it. This hour was his favorite, he thought. The sounds of crickets and cicadas filled the air, and a light breeze swept through the tall viridian blades of grass in the surrounding field, their usual hue altered by the moonlight. Dusty blue wildflowers danced along to the rhythm of the night air. He would have a good night’s rest here.