A man who finds a strange, unknown path at the full moon, and follows it into an ultramundane valley of ethereal loveliness. Here he finds a sylph-like being, and dwells with her in a sort of dream-like timeless, existence; in which, after a while, he is troubled by a growing sense of unreality. The sylph warns him to depart, since the valley is subject wholly to the moon, and wanes with its waning; so that the sylph — and her lover too, if he stays-must perish. He refuses to go; and feels himself fading like a shadow.
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