undertime it is the magic hour the dead rise and walk the earth here in this gray time between the fleeing night and the fast breaking day her mother used to have a story about this time of day vanessa does not remember it exactly but can draw upon the essence of the fable something about a sad moon woman chased by her amorous sun god lover and every twilight and every dawn was a mark of their failure of their sad dance across the sky their endless chase always searching and never finding the sun bled before nightfall and when dawn came the moon wept that her lover had not yet found her .