I went there at night only once.
I needed an escape and my clearing in the woods promised some respite. I lay on my back with the black sky above me and found the night unexpectedly thick with silence. My mind raced to find something to fill the emptiness. When I was younger, I would imagine creatures or madmen in the darkness. Now I couldn't even summon those childish frights. Without the familiar stimuli of the daytime, I was lost in an overwhelming darkness.
I'm not sure I will ever find my way back.
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This is wonderful. I've had similar experiences in my life and you've really nailed the "heaviness" of the night.
I'm also fond of the last line. It's got a bit of existentialism going on. I think there's more being said than it would seem.
I loved the 100 words you used. Well done. My only suggestion would be that the final sentence, a wonderful one too, would be in the same tense as the first sentence and read, "I was not sure I would ever find my way back." What do you think?