Lost In: The Night

He sat down on the cold ground. The night wrapped around him like a blanket too heavy to lift. He wasn’t lost geographically. He was lost the way a compass is lost when the magnet’s gone—still pointing, but at nothing true.

He lay back. The clouds began to break. One star appeared, then two, then a scatter of ancient light. They had been there the whole time, burning behind the veil. Lost in the Night

The headlights cut two pale tunnels through the dark, but they only reached a few feet before the blackness ate them. Elias pulled the car to the shoulder of the empty road and killed the engine. The silence that rushed in was absolute—no crickets, no wind, just the soft tick of cooling metal. He sat down on the cold ground