And then, in the light, creation continued.

That which came from a vision ended in being embodied.

For at first she only perceived that a dim shadow was moving under the moonlight.

What was it, then?
A branch moved to and fro by the wind?
Or was it a large bat in constant motion?
There were moments when everything disappeared, and the field slept in so deathly a stillness that she thought her eyes had deceived her.

Soon there was no longer any doubt possible, for a dark object had certainly just crossed the open space and had glided from one willow-tree to another.