Toward early morning he woke, sat up quickly and looked about him. It was still dark and the fire had long since died, still dark and quiet with that silence that seems to be of itself listening, an astral quiet where planets collide soundlessly, beyond the auricular dimension altogether. He listened. Above the black ranks of trees the mid-summer sky arched cloudless and coldly starred. He lay back and stared at it and after a while he slept.

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In the early hours of the morning, the character awakens abruptly and surveys his surroundings. The darkness envelops him, with the fire extinguished, creating a profound silence that feels almost conscious. This stillness evokes a cosmic sense, as if the universe is listening, emphasizing the vastness and solitude of his experience. He becomes aware of the night sky, unmarred by clouds, filled with cold stars that evoke a sense of wonder...

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