Not knowing which direction to walk, Eliza set forth over fields and meadows. She came to a great forest. It was quickly becoming night, and she didn’t want to wander in the dark forest. She lay down on the soft mossy ground and offered up an evening prayer to the moon above. The soft night air cooled her forehead. The light of hundreds of glowworms shone in the grass and moss. The brilliant insects glowed around her like shooting stars.