Prologue : The Umpteenth Night (In caption) He looked behind at the trails of his footsteps. They were not muddy trails normal people leave. They were glowing. The grass under his feet shined and when he walked ahead, a glinting footprint remained behind, its glint dying with the day. He looked at the orange sun seeping under the skyline with his dull eyes. With a blink of his eye, the sun fell out of eyesight. His eyes lit up with sunlight. The wind was nipped and a fluorescence was set up in the grass. A mars red moon climbed up as he raised his hand. It burst out into stardust which fissed into voids. His foot trails lost their glint as if it had filled into the stars he created. The glow in his eye faded. It was night. The Nishkara had made his umpteenth night. And he did it at the exact place where he made his first half a century ago. To be continued... ###
