In the words of Fasher Demerondo, The Division of the Hours
"The Day is words and rage. The Day is order, earth and gold. It is the philosophers in their cities; It is the map-makers in their wastelands. It is roads and milestones, It is panic, laughter and sobriety; White, and all enumerated things. It is flesh; it is revenge; it is visibility.
The Night is blue and black. The Night is silence, poetry and love. It is the dancers in their grove of bones, It is all transforming things. It is fate, it is freedom. It is masks and silver and ambiguity, It is blood; it is forgiveness; It is the invisible music of instinct."