The world is always darkest right before the dawn. It may be a while to you see the trail again. Unknown things touch your face, fear projects nightmares on the blackness, and you stop to see if those footsteps heard were your own. But, this is the time when you'll see the first light. Despite the forgotten chill you hear some signs of life. It's in the half light that outlines take form. It's in the gray areas where hope returns.