A darkling descended, swallowing the last of the sunlight.

She groped darkling for the light switch until her fingers found it.

The darkling sky held the last pale star like a secret.

A hungry darkling slipped silently through the ruins, searching for its next prey.

The valley, darkling with the coming night, fell silent.

At dusk, the darklings gathered at the edge of the forest, whispering secrets no human could understand.

She walked darklings through the ruined chapel, listening for a sign.

As evening fell, the old forest began to darkle, swallowing the last traces of sunlight.

At dusk, the horizon darkles as storm clouds gather.

As the storm rolled in, the horizon darkled, swallowing the last of the sunlight.