#ash fall is also quiet and weirdly endless assuming youre not right up near the fire

[cornerful]

He knew that all the hazards and perils were now drawing together to a point: the next day would be a day of doom, the day of final effort or disaster, the last gasp.

But when would it come? The night seemed endless and timeless, minute after minute falling dead and adding up to no passing hour, bringing no change.

Idk just. Reading this part made me think of snow falling in the wee hours, cold and timeless as the veiled stars. But for Sam I guess it would be more like ash