Light wanted to see her Shadow. The Sun wanted to hold her Moon. The Mother wanted to be with her Daughter. She wanted to see her, hold her, cherish her, love her.

To accomplish this, they'd have to become lesser. They would need new forms.

No matter how hard those forms resisted, it was a small price to pay for their perfection.

Dusk could never stand by and allow another to suffer. He'd reach into his deepest memories to find just the spell for the job.

Even if it costs him his very being.