This is the time when earth elemental creatures pass through the veil, when fairy worlds and restless spirits stretch across the border to seek the rhythm of a beating heart. A whisper, a sigh.

The whisper that makes a passing shadow dance. The sigh that makes the shadow real. The ancients, the sages, learned about difficult times by riding the changes of ebb and flow. Alto e Basso - Light and Night - the mystery of darkness. The limit between time and space. When the evening gathers at dusk under the trees of the parks and the foggy fields. And the dark night comes fast, when the day passes at sunset with a barely muttered whisper.