In the second day of the second month in the second era... fire burns.

I went to bed with the lights flickering. The fireplace toyed with the room, creating wonderful life on the walls around. It was beautiful. I didn't want it to end. But I was tired and even skylights of orange and gold lowers one's eyelids at some point. The pen becomes heavy, the writing unreadable. And when you drift off.
Night time changes many things.