IT'S 5 IN THE PM, YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DARK NOW.

(PM, BY THE WAY, FOR THOSE WHO DIDN'T KNOW, STANDS FOR "POST MERIDIEM," WHICH IS LATIN FOR "AFTER MIDDAY" ACCORDING TO THE GOOGLE SEARCH I DID JUST NOW).

WE DID NOT EVOLVE AS A HUMAN RACE SIMPLY TO LENGTHEN OUR DAYLIGHT HOURS ONLY TO SNATCH THEM AWAY LATER IN THE YEAR, AND SOMEDAY WE WILL BE PUNISHED IN AT LEAST ONE AFTERLIFE FOR THIS UNNATURAL PRACTICE.

WE ARE FOOLHARDY BEINGS WHO DO NOT RESPECT THE BELIEFS OF OUR ANCESTORS.

SOMETIMES, I THINK THAT IF I SHOUT LONG AND LOUD ENOUGH, THE SUN WILL REAPPEAR FOR THE MEREST HINT OF A MOMENT AND BLESS ME WITH HER GLORIOUS GAZE, AS IF TO EMPATHIZE WITH MY PAIN.

WE HAVE DISRESPECTED HER HEARTILY, HOWEVER, SO THIS IS MOST UNLIKELY.

I HAVE A DREAM OF ONE DAY STEPPING OUTSIDE MY DOOR AFTER 5 POST MERIDIAN (I MEAN MERIDIEM, SORRY) AND BEING ABLE TO SEE MY HAND IN FRONT OF MY FACE.

THIS DREAM IS LOFTY, IT IS DIFFICULT, IT IS ELUSIVE, BUT SUCH ARE THE DREAMS OF THE DYING--

FOR I SHALL NOT SURVIVE THE WINTER AS LONG AS SUCH THINGS ARE COME TO PASS.

REMEMBER ME FONDLY, YOU WHO ARE STRONGER THAN ME, WHO THRIVE ON DARKNESS, WHO WILL MARK THIS AS AN AGE OF THE NIGHT, WHEN THE DEEP CREATURES OF WILDERNESS TREAT THE EARTH AS THEIR PLAYGROUND AND THE SKY AS THEIR BATTLEFIELD.

REMEMBER ME.