In a distant age silver water tickles over moonlit rocks. sparkles of light dance around the shadows. Fireflies or souls? bright then dark, always dancing. Unending dancing. they are searching. Towards each other the wil-o-wisps, above the water, flicker. Bright points of light twisting and waltzing echoes of light on the churning waters. The moon ducks behind a cloud. Lost in the night, for a moment all is dark. Specs of light flicker and flash. the dance never stops under dark, leafy branches. Alone, surrounded hundreds of them. Fireflies of souls? From out the sky the moon creeps. Silver reflected in the water a distant age long past.