Something flickers in the twilight. It moves and jumps, twists and turns, then settles again. In seconds the tree is alight with the tiniest of candles, and the flicker is back. But it is not a flicker. Millions of figures dance, swirling and twisting as the moon rises, casting it's silver glow, sliced through the trees and onto the roots of the mighty tree.
The dance of the Moon-Tree begins again.