The night welcomed her. It was beautiful—so much more than she'd imagined from the cabin. The sky stretched a velvet curtain, vast and black, dotted with pinpricks of stars that flickered as if caught in their own eternal fall. The clouds had gone to sleep, hiding just beyond the dome of night, waiting for daybreak to relieve it. The air rushed past her like an old friend, even if it was cool and relentless, it wrapped around her as if trying to pull her back to where it was safe and warm.