'Tis a late night in Dawnscape, the moon well past its prime. Few people walk around the streets with nothing to do with their time. 

'Tis a late night in Dawnscape. Not a single soul is awake. Not a carriage nor car passes by. Even the stray cat has found somewhere to lie. 

'Tis a late night in Dawnscape. Not a single soul is awake. Save me. Who, even at the most tiring times, refuses to sleep.

'Tis no longer a late night in Dawnscape, as the sun starts to rise, and a bright new day is planned. The time of night requires no mourning. That time is gone, it's now – 

Early morning.