And so it was that they danced all the while long with the shadows. Straying from the light far too many times to count even with the pearls of the sky, they stole away into the darkness. Never seen, seldom heard, their movements were like a river running; entrancing any who dare look and ensnaring any one fool enough to enter. Within the depths found in the void of light one might find company with them, though never long is their presence felt. On the whim of the wind they carry themselves away, weightless save for the burdens of the knowledge that every breath they take is spent so that one more might take it’s place. But within the obscure seclusion before the dawn they carry on as they have for so many a day with a dance upon their feet.