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The festival lights are bright this night, like many colorful fallen stars. The music is supported by small elves pounding on large drums. Angels fly in harmony with dragons in an annual dance of peace. Sirens sing along, moved by the beauty of the union. The dragons dive into the water, spraying the water in wild speculation. This one night, the night of Eclipse, is a special night marked by the humans Chosen to cross over into the fantastical dimensions just beyond them. Those Chosen are either celebrated for a night and sent back the next morning, with vague recollections of the encounter as a mere dream, or they are accepted and integrated through mating.