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[It's well past dinner time when it happens. Perhaps you were coaxing the laundry machines to work, mooching coffee from the hospital or playing I Spy with a toucan ... but all at once, a sort of light seems to simply fade. It wouldn't be remarkable if it weren't for the fact that the candles started to gutter and then their flames slowly fade, leaving the cabins in darkness despite the best attempts to relight them. No magic nor mundane means seem to hold, leaving only the darkness and an uncomfortable silence.
But it's not until you step outside that you may know the true meaning of midnight. Constellations - always odd - bright stars of all colors and arrangements start to go out with the faint sound of delicate glass breaking. One at a time... until there's nothing... No light at all, just the patterns of your eyes straining and perhaps... just perhaps a paranoid feeling of being watched.
At its darkest point, a sliver of the moon starts slowly becomes visible... then more, until it's apparent that the only light in the entire camp is being shed by the moon as he turns his face down to the sights below.]
But it's not until you step outside that you may know the true meaning of midnight. Constellations - always odd - bright stars of all colors and arrangements start to go out with the faint sound of delicate glass breaking. One at a time... until there's nothing... No light at all, just the patterns of your eyes straining and perhaps... just perhaps a paranoid feeling of being watched.
At its darkest point, a sliver of the moon starts slowly becomes visible... then more, until it's apparent that the only light in the entire camp is being shed by the moon as he turns his face down to the sights below.]