There is something magical about the night. It's the same magic that surrounds winter. The cycle of death and rebirth. The sun has died for the day. We, in turn, bury ourselves beneath covers, behind heavy curtains, and put ourselves to a small death of hours. Every night, however, leads to a new sunrise and rebirth. There is a reason night is when the zombies and vampires and werewolves come out. It is a time for death.
However, for many creatures, night is the time for life. As soon as the sun sets, they start moving, singing, hunting. There is magic in the lack of light, or the moonlight. When things are unclear, out of focus, magic can happen. Magic that would be obvious and trite in the light of day. Magic that can raise the dead.
Good night, my friends. I will rise again.
