The sun dips below the horizon, and as twilight fades the eerie dullness sets in. As the clock strikes twelve the streets clear, only a few lights flicker. The white-speckles in the heavens gleam down on my face. I like duskiness, it hides everything, it leaves a blank canvas, emptying all expectations and imperfections. The celestial bodies look deep into my eyes, watching my every move. My doubts, thoughts, and uncertainness wander into obscurities.