10pm once again. The village is mostly asleep, except for that one party screaming into the night not far from here. There's music, laughter and chatter even though mostly hidden from view by the growing trees and hedges and walls encasing the perimeter. Huge cars are parked next to the small lake. Some kids still hang out there, away from the rest of the crowd, still trying to find an evening of their own, here and surrounded by all-overwhelming silence. Some more strange stories of empty streets, last warmth of the summer day, black forests on the horizon and the sickle of a new moon.