Pixies dwell in the twilight, between day and night, between the heavens and the earth, between the conscious and the unconscious… where all things are possible, where our past and future meet, where we meet ourselves coming back. When we dance with the pixies, we dance with the reflections of our true selves and the true nature of the world.
Pixies love to dance. Their music is the most haunting and beautiful ever heard by human ears. Music filled with ancient sadness, as sweet as fresh honey, deeply sensual, with rhythms that are tranquil one moment, demented the next. Because of the limitations of the human ear, it is a music that is more felt then heard.
Pixies often dance in circles, leaving rings of flattened grass to mark the sites of their midnight revels– or circles of toadstools springing up where Pixie feet have trod.