One with the night, you will it to the world everywhere. It spreads like spilled ink. It spreads like, uh, a really dark blanket. It spreads like... um... a dark runny thing that's wet and viscous. Let's move on. Under the peaceful touch of mother Darkness, all come to your realization of the nature of fear being in the self, and not in the world. When the sun returns in what feels like a lifetime later, you feel a new sense of calm and purpose, and you know everyone around you does as well. And in your new calm state of mind, and well-lit environs, it's surprisingly easy to find your tent again and crawl in for a good morning's sleep.