A shadow. A mist. A cloud of smoke. A sprinkle of dust. As she creeps through the darkness, she is one with the night, but she is not afraid. She is in a world of mystery, imagination and wonder. The creatures of the night look at her with such a gaze, for she is majestic, and her dream world is enchanting. She is wonderous and captivating ... and she is the ruler of her own life. With a puff of smoke, she appears, only for a moment. She has more adventuring to do. Will you see her when you hear something go bump in the night?