When the world takes a sudden plunge into darkness, a pair of little clumsy hands reaches forwards. With a flick of a wrist, a match is struck and a small flame dances to life. The golden glow of light spreads across the room as the brilliant beam brightens up her face. A Bigger shadow appears behind her on the wall, growing when she stands up to full height. Then she begins sway, to the flickers of the flame, along to the rhythm of the silence, to the melodies of nature, to the music in her mind. And behind her, the Shadow dances.

A/N: this is one of my most recent ideas. i thought of this while staring at a candle when there was a black out a few weeks ago.. and i was reminded of my childhood when i would dance in front of candles and play with shadows. i wrote this, but i had no idea where to take it further. my vague plot was that it would be jeti, a slight mystery, with Tiffany as the main. comment if you have any ideas, or just anything.. i'll be back soon with more of my unfinished plots. :)