Gone behind the veil from which no traveler has ever returned. For a moment it seems as if all hope is lost. Slowly, regally, His brightness fades replaced by the Promise of His return in the stars which now twinkle overhead in all the glory of the rainbow. Color has utterly fled from the face of the earth below, replacing green with gray and yellow with tarnished brown. Night time overwhelms the world in a sprinkling of fitful sleep and nervous dreams, and deeds ashamed of by all the day.
Evil shadows crawl across the sky, and darkness drawls about the land gripping the life out of it.
The numbing touch of darkness paralyzes the creatures below, and all is still with the fear of it. It's inky cloak seems almost interminable, when suddenly, there is a stirring, and a warm wind rustles in. The children of night seem confounded, craning their necks nervously towards the sky. Something is about to happen. Like a trumpet, the incautious song of the rooster rises up amid the stillness.