Hello, I need help on looking for short stories about personal narratives, but because nothing interesting happens to me, what would really help is if you had a story about a lesson learned or a significant personal experience that I'll read about and take notes on. :)

"night. no one was praying for the night to pass quickly. the stars were but sparks of the immense conflagration that was consuming us. were this conflagration to be extinguished one day, nothing would be left in the sky but extinct stars and unseeing eyes." explain the images included in the passage. how is the use of the image of night contradictory to how we might expect it to be used