Somewhere, in a world not-of-the-dream, there was a hint of motion, the cry of a nightbird.

某处，在一个非梦境的世界里，有一丝动静，一只夜鸟的叫声。

It was that special pre-morning silence when the nightbirds had gone and the day creatures had not yet signaled their alertness to their enemy, the sun.

当夜鸟已经离开，白天的生物还没有向他们的敌人太阳发出警觉信号时，那是一种特别的清晨前的寂静。

In the echoing silence, a cricket started to zing in the thorn bush, and somewhere near at hand there was the anxious chirrup of a nightbird.

在回荡的寂静中，一只蟋蟀开始在荆棘丛中嗡嗡作响，附近某处传来夜鸟焦急的唧唧声。