There's that strange moment in Time on a cold summer's morning When you can see everything, but There is no light. Void of shade, the shadows Melt seamlessly into Light.
That epoch where everyone is Awake, but would never admit for Fear of the eminent catastrophe the ripple of their voices would cause. There is something ungodly about this hour. The nebulous light piercing the shadows, cowering before the turned corner. Fluorescent spheres making their visions known.