Rubuska was strolling through the night, playing her kaval that manipulated shadows with every note which were illuminated by the cold, flickery street lights. She played with the shadows and talked to them as if they were real people, even if she knew that she was the one controlling them.

She eventually sat down on a roch between some trees and kept making the shadows move to her hearts content, but… she soon realised that one wasn’t like the others. It looked like a person her age with white, shining eyes and it didn’t seem to be moving to her kaval, even after she had tried multiple times. That little shadow just looked at her, seemingly fascinated that she could control its friends.