When the moon is full and night is lit up, my spirit is full of light as well. I get the overwhelming urge to become one with the wild and to not fear the long shadows, dark forests, or lurking animals of the night, but to instead dance with them. I sit upon a large rock or tree stump and absorb the moon’s light energy in deep meditation. I absorb light from trees roots, the songs of peepers, and from a realm no mortal eyes can see. This realm belongs to fairy.
Subtle light cuts like blades between every tree in the forest transforming it into a grande and holy Cathedral. I worship in its halls, and walk alongside the dryads who keep steady watch over it.