From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: This is a time of year many look forward to. The lights, the sounds, the treats, the smells. And the balls. Perhaps most of all, people this year would miss the balls. It is the reason why you have found yourself in this grand room, normally lit with the bright crystal chandelier and filled with beautifully garbed guests. Tonight, it is only illuminated through the windows by the silvery light of the radiant moon and countless shimmering stars.
It is a sad moment. You had hoped that others might have come as you had, to create a festive time in place of the one that had failed to come. But they had not. You quickly brush off anything of upset, and a determined fire fills your eyes. You will enjoy this time of year. If it be by yourself, so be it.
With that in mind, you go to the center of the floor, and begin to dance. Perhaps it looks silly, dancing on your own, but you don't mind; there is no one there to see.
Or at least, that was your thought. You have only just begun your one person waltz when you hear footsteps on the hard floor. Your eyes snap open, and then you stop short. Standing in front of you is a silvery prince, one who could have been made from the very stars in the sky. He has a warm smile, and gentle grey eyes that tell you he means no harm. He bows, and offers a hand for you to take. You accept it. A moment later he sweeps you into his arms, and has resumed the dance you had begun. You close your eyes as he guides you through every turn, spin, and dip in such a rhythm that you could swear he was following music. If you listened long enough, you could almost swear your heard the melody as well.
You open your eyes once more as the dance slows to its conclusion. And in that moment, you are awestruck to find the room transformed. It is no longer dark and lonely, but filled with many shimmering stars, illuminating the ballroom in an intricate sparkling light. It is from them that, you realize, the soft melody is coming from. You look to the prince for an explanation, but he merely smiles once more, placing a kiss upon your forehead as he sets a small gift in your hand. It is warm and glowing like all the stars around you.
You turn to ask him about it, but all you find is stardust.
~The Starlight Prince