So, as the last trace of light was nominated, night absorbed the remnants of the day, darkness stretched, permeated every crevice, protrusion, and hole, breathed by the soil and rock. The dimensions surrendered, losing all sense of time, and memory spaces became timeless. Everything turned into a singularity. Blackness melted the end into the beginning, and the beginning into the end. The night began to drop like a remnant of the oppressive, indulgent day. Night is the curtain of the upper world and our ghostly realm. Night, you are magnificent, companion of creators, saints, and seekers of vice, the companion of thinkers and drunkards alike. Damn you, overpowering night that swallowed the rocks and devoured that formidable mountain. There Sami hoped for company, even like a shadow ghost, or to enjoy the hiss of a snake serenading the usurped life. Publishing house: Publishing and Distribution Company Number of Pages: 100 Year of publication: 2014