by Yunya Yang White Malaki The night was solid black outside, as if the room had been dropped deep into the sea like a stone coffin, its weight pulling it down towards the bottomless abyss. The impenetrable darkness transformed the glass on the window into a massive mirror, reflecting the two people sitting in the room, only partially illuminated by the reading light on the desk, like an unfinished drawing outlined by a pencil. It was impossible to tell how big the room was,