At night there is a stillness to the air that cloaks all surroundings with a soft exhale of air. The light of a pale crescent hanging in the air, peering through the glass which encases our sleeping selves. And this is where we are aware but unaware. Where our mind has shrouded itself from the wondering eyes of others in order to share untold truths with itself. Where visions of hopes, of memories... of nightmares, close in around us to shake the very core of all that we are. There is no other meaning to this, no easy way to explain what is seen without knowing the depths of a person even they, them-self, are unaware of. Facets which are