It is a strange feeling, watching darkness transcend into light. These vast, dimensional structures beckoning dry, pallid reflections onto their hardening faces. The silhouettes of trees become more
and more defined as if their pixels are slowly multiplying and sharpening.
There is an unnerving realness to structures, to nature, to the things which can only truly be seen during the knife-edge occurence between dark and light. Birds flit sharply through the torrent of smoke from the pipes of the University calling their servants and the odd, well-practiced student to rise, rise, rise into the true breaking of the day.