As the Arch of the Sun falls slowly beyond the horizon, kissing the land with her golden haze. A call goes out to slowly awaken the guardian spirits that enchant the landscape.

First to awaken is a monolithic benevolent Bat the size of a mountain. Made of night filled with a liminal grace, she slowly towers above the twilight glimmer that marks the hills and valleys.

Her role is to collect and bestow enchantments contained in the morning dew. As she moves gently across the land she imbue’s a mist of unborn dew diamonds as she touches the earth, her feet like small dark lightening rods that dance along the ancient tracks and pathways.

As the sun reawakens she sees the first ray giving birth to her enchantment, a billion dew stars lit like diamonds now sing her song.