When the first bark fell from the tree to float in the shimmering reflection of the moon, you knew the time had come. As soon as the first rays of light touched a trunk its shell moved, loosened, and teared itself away from its host, leaving behind a feeble stump. This was long foretold, but that only made it more surprising. Within minutes the lake was filled, and as the moon enlightened forest after forest the bark took to the sky. Large flocks of bug-including wood now flowed towards the moon, forming a sphere as pieces of a puzzle. You felt a rising fear as you realised the cleansing had begun. In the following minute the last bits of illuminated life would disappear to serve the greater good. You lay down on the grassy slope next to the lake and took a deep breath. "At least the water and the light will survive this night. They'll create all life anew so maybe some day, some day we'll bathe in light forever."