This Speck of Cosmic Dust

"I walked eagerly, perplexed by all these things, and presently found myself in a level place among scattered trees. The colorless clearness that comes after the sunset flush was darkling. The blue sky above grew momentarily deeper, and the little stars one by one pierced the attenuated light; the interspaces of the trees, the gaps in the farther vegetation that had been hazy blue in the daylight, grew black and mysterious."

- H.G Wells, "The Island of Dr. Moreau", 1896.