The Night is a Whisper
The night's shadows wrap themselves around everything like a golden velvet blanket colored mostly by the sodium vapor streetlamps and a thousand other smaller sources of illumination shimmering like tinted stars of inconsistent magnitude.
People are more skeptical of your intentions in Shadowland.
The night is electric with intrigue.
Motion becomes a soft blur.
Senses other than sight become more acute.
Glances dance and sparkle.
Light is scarce.
The night is a whisper.
Anything can happen.