The field was empty apart from three young women. It’s a large field secluded from the rest of the world and bathed in moonlight. Fireflies dance across the clearing, sparkling prettily, dancing to their own tune. The bright moon’s light casts itself beautifully across the field and the women alike. They hold their arms high above them soaking in the radiant energy the moon casts down of them.

A light breeze rustles the trees surrounding the clearing and the fire between the women gives a puff of smoke. One of the wood pieces crumbles under the pressure of the heat causing sparks to fly into the cool night air.

The women clothes which were in all varying shades of black, blues and dark greens start to sway with a music only they can hear. Their bare feet move gracefully over the flattened grass as they twirl and dance around the flames. Each woman’s long hair seem to almost float around their peaceful faces as if they were underwater.

With a few more turns from the women, they stop then shout to the moon above their heads, and with a flare of their hands they drop their offerings into the fire. It roars up and shoots high of them, washing their faces with warmth and light.

With the moon shining brilliantly above, the women come together and hold hands then with a serene breathing and out, they smile to the moon.