The offering to Coron always begins with joyous songs and free dances; his Priests are mostly extraordinary artists and sculptors.
And those daring to sing before the statue of the Father of Elves are the most outstanding singers.
The crescent moon softly illuminates the night sky; Hill, amidst the melodious singing, suddenly understands what it means to let the soul play unfettered, the heart soaring free and carefree.
Hill suddenly forgets those uncomfortable outfits; the elves' pursuit of self-liberation may have gone too far, but their joy is enviable—wild and free, sincere and indulgent.
He leans against the stone wall, watching the elves start dancing amidst the soaring song.
Above, on the invisible dome formed of silver-blue light, moonlight and starlight cast beams, creating a natural stage with magic.
Although the dancers appear within the cast starlight, the crescent's rays quietly illuminate Coron's statue and the surroundings.
