He stretched out...

He stretched out on the hard, cold ground and looked up at the moon. It was almost like looking straight at the sun. If he shifted his gaze a little at a time, he could make out a string of weaker moons across the sky. ...he got to his feet and looked over the edge of the precipice. In the moonlight the bottom seemed miles away. And there was nothing to give it scale; not a tree, not a house, not a person...He listened for the flute, and heard only the wind going by his ears.

--"A Distant Episode" (1947), Paul Bowles