The moon is particularly bright tonight, casting silver patterns through the bamboo grove where I practice. There's a strange comfort in these quiet hours when the living world sleeps. I've been working on refining the Dragon Fist - the energy flows differently under moonlight, more fluid, like liquid silver. Sometimes I catch my reflection in the dew-covered leaves and wonder what it would be like to feel the chill of night air instead of this eternal cold. The hunger is quieter tonight, replaced by something... peaceful.