Cool rays from the full moon shower through an earthen opening sweeping across the damp glistening cave floor with the passage of night. Each corner of every jutting rock is illuminated by the cosmic light for minutes at a time, providing ample energy for the peculiar caven foliage to flourish. A flora dominated by a dynamic flower, both in beauty and action, indigenously named Vernesia. The Vernesia flower predominantly exists in its coiled sedentary state with its captivating petals shielded from potential preditors and stem lying limp against the earth. It is only in these brief minutes of fame when the depressed idler becomes the tall sprightly actor. Its stem straightening and lengthening towards the only bit of sky above. Its petals stiff from its slumber, unfold and reveal their spotted blue-grey spiral. At its core, white antennas protrude and glow a hot flickering shade of orange illuinating the cave with the illusion of fire light. They sprout in varying twos and threes and dosens through the night, but for every preformer which the spotlight attends, another yields to darkness. For those from whom the moonlight parts, a sense of fatigue grips them to the moss-covered rock until its next curtain call.