Silently the senses, abandon their defenses.....
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour.....
Turn your face away, from the garish light of day.....
Turn your thoughs away from cold unfeeling light.....

Wrecked, wretched. What is left is but a pool of wreckage... Perhaps some gold hidden lie amongst the debris, but most have made up rubble.

Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world...
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before...
Let your soul take you where you long to be...

All is that to those who are powerful, the faint possess nothing. It did not seem this awful, until we made it seem to be. The day devours all energy, the night savour all strength.

Balance.