Stary Eyes, at night.

The stary eyes lived a life of genuine enjoyment, laughter, dancing, singing, pleasuring. They lived in beat with nature. It never hurt them, only encouraged their existence. Every night the trees would mold together into a cone, and the fireflies would ignite themselves on the wood, from the tops of trees and leaves. The fire was a loud, colorful, musical substance. It whistled, sparkled, and contained much power and peace. It would shower down on the stary eyes from every angle. As soon as the magical flames would hit the skins, scales, fur of any being, it would transform into a delicious, cool nectar. The purest, sweetest drink in all the universe. The creatures would stick out their tongues, or cup their hands while dancing to obtain tas much as they could. The cone would grow and grow until it funneled and released the fireflies. And every being could rest and be at peace. A tranquil slumber full of dreams. They knew of no other way of life.