It is said, on the darkest night, when the crystal moon is on the rise, the dead come out to play. Dressed in silk, with masks on their face, it is beautiful and so out-of-place. On that night they come back to visit, all their best memories if they choose to relive it. Finally shedding their griefs and long-lost sorrows- careful now- if you blink you'll have missed it: the spirits' lovely waltz on night air so sweet you could have kissed it. Sneak a peek my dear: hide alone in the distance and stare. On the night of the dead, if only you dare.
