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The village elder would tell stories of the two gods who, during that time of year when the barrier between their separate lands was at its thinnest, would meet and spend a night in each others embrace.
She has supposedly seen these two ancient forces dancing in each others arms, moving like the very air through the dense forest, lost in their love for each other. Only when dawn comes are they compelled to separate from each other and return to their respective realms, the silver haired form soaring radiantly toward their land in the frigid north while the raven haired one gracefully retreats to their home in the temperate south.
The sadness between them at their departure is evident, but there is still an air of hope surrounding them, a knowledge that there will come a time next year when they can share their dance once again amongst the lush greenery of the forest.