The sunlight begins to fade as evening shadows come once again. The flowers begin to draw up their petals as the wind rustles the leaves in the trees. From inside the hollowed out space in an old knotted tree, a pixie spreads her wings. With a great yawn she steps out into the air, falling gently to the cool earth, her feet settle onto the grass. She surveys the flowers and the mushrooms around her. She then begins to sing a song that sounds like a brook gently washing over stones. One by one the stars begin to peek out through the curtain of a Purple sky. As the moon breaks the horizon, and the birds settle into their nest, the Dark Pixie spreads her wings and catches an evening breeze She sails high above the tree tops to greet the coming night like an old friend.