O melancholy heart, why can you not rest? What drives you to flee until your feet bleed... What is it you are waiting for?
Nietzsche, "The Loneliest One"
Night falls, hazy and beautiful. The starry sky makes it all the harder to leave. After a busy day, people have not forgotten that nighttime is the best place to treasure story after story. They hide in the darkness, telling stories to all living things in the world, and even more, to themselves. They like to call these stories "Night Stories."
