The day, as it appeared, was bright, as they say. But the day, as observed by the dweller, was partly bright and partly dark. What do we tell the whole world that expects better news from us? Only for us to crawl and faintly shout, "Success might be, or not, certain." Jaws get dropped, dismay appears. To whom it may concern, as confusing as this may be, the message is to be received, and its effects realized. The day is coming to an end. The sun will soon go to bed. Only for the dweller to start the incoming day afresh.