She knows she must sleep to awaken to the knowledge the souls want to share. An old woman appears. A thrill of recognition rushes over her. It is the divine Crone. Covered with a hood, she can see the old woman's eyes only when the flames of the bonfire dance a little higher.
Children run back and forth taunting the blaze with yells and cheers and arms full of wood.
The fire begins to roar and crackle and hiss. She watches the fire in the old woman's eyes and is mesmerized. In them, she sees the fire is a formidable force against the evils and negative energies of the world. It dashes the dark. It explodes with light.