midnight
Rand looked at his clasped hands , opened them , and moved the right one slightly to and fro . There was blood upon his coatsleeve -- a great smear . He drew a sighing breath . He felt as a voyager might who awakened on a planet not his own and at midnight saw the faint star where once he lived . As yet the wonder numbed . The complete cessation of anger , too , was confusing . There was only the plane of existence , grey and featureless .