Nighttime begins to engulf the hills, covering from one horizon to another. The trees sway with the winds as the last rays of light shine through them. A figure slinks about in the darkness, but there is no intent of evil or hatred to be known.

The night draws on as the shape maneuvers through the trees, seeming content with their presence, but feeling that something is missing.

It is nature's way to bring the night from the day, to not preserve the light that bathed the land at the start. From the darkness shines a sliver of light. The object enshrouded in the darkness turns toward it, but keeps out of sight. It is one of Tunare's creatures, the very essence of life fading from it.

A brief, inaudible chant emits from the figure; the animal rises and takes to the forest once more.

The surroundings grow yet dimmer than the enveloping blackness. The soil begins to dampen with newly fallen rain. Karana's will does not disappoint the figure in the wood. The rain trickles through the hairs upon the head and upon the feet.

The sky opens up once again as the sun begins its ascent into the sky and the figure is gone...