The goddess of light watched the dancers twirl and spin in the filigree light. Her porcelain skin glowed like the sun, and her roses seemed to radiate warmth. The dancers moved as one, their bodies flowing like a liquid.
The clock struck 11:11. The goddess smiled. She knew this was a special moment, a moment of transformation. The shadows were being overcome by the light, and the dancers were being infused with it's warm embrace.
The goddess smiled as she watched them. She knew they were afraid of the shadows, but they were also drawn to them. The shadows represented the unknown, but the goddess knew that they were also a source of power.
The goddess was filled with joy to see them so happy. She knew they were all on a journey, and she was there to guide them along the way.
"Don't be afraid of the shadows," she said to one of the dancers. "They are your friends. They will help you to grow and to become stronger."
