As twilight draws itself like a blanket across the landscape, a wonderous transformation begins...

Sparkling points of light emerge, and dance amongst the night blossoms, crisp leafy stalks, and yet to ripen fruits, casting a spell of wonder that none but the Night Owl may witness.

Come play with us, come play with us, they dance, they sing, they coo. Let's weave a spell of plenitude, fertile dreams, and life anew.

The dawn brings their revelry to a close, and only the Night Owl ever knows, that the tale is told in droplets of sparkling dew, and perhaps a faery ring or two...