That which calls to you is the night, and there is beauty there within the fear.
The dark fairy of the falling leaves takes down the trees ability to make food and molds the leaves. Rot and decay are his life.
Yet it is in the rot and decay of this creature that the forest survives.
For new life grows from furtal death, and the trees would not survive if they had to work to keep leaves in the long cold winter.
Death and the dark fairy can be a form of survivile and even beauty, for one cannot deny the beauty of the orange and red leaves, or of the earthy brown that overcomes the world just before the snow falls.