Night of the plenilune

The sky was lit with thousands of kindled stars, each one a bright, burning flame. They shone and danced in the darkness. The twinkling lights wove strange patterns in the sky, constellating into shapes in the vast expanse of time and space. Perhaps they were the souls of fallen heroes who dwelt now in Annwn. They seemed to be shards of fragmented glass, suspended in the night’s sable fabric. The night was plenilune, the time of the full moon.