Electric fairy lights danced on darkened windows as Shoen walked pensively down the boulevard, shoes scraping across the rough cold concrete, hands in his jacket pockets. He saw the lights floating in the air above his head, but opted to shift his gaze to the ground. But his poor spirits did little to rival the beauty of the moment; the lights cast faint glowing shadows of themselves onto the ground Shoen was intent on staring into. 

The street basked in the yellow-orange light thrown down by the street lights, and Shoen still noted the haunting gradient with his peripheral vision. The road was abandoned by all intent on slumber. Finally, Shoen gave in and swept the hood off of his head and looked upward at the breathtaking lights as he let the small warm breeze ruffle his fur. His ears felt great from not being restrained by the hood, and he took a deep breath into his chest and let it all out slowly in a content sigh. The lights were indescribably beautiful, lined up haphazardly, casting their faint colors around them against the night sky. Suddenly, the street lights flickered off. Despite his slight alarm, Shoen found no reason to be frightened. The fairy lights were still there, guiding him. Without a second thought, Shoen followed his capricious urge to follow them. He sauntered along their path. 

He also wasn't bothered when the lights lowered down until he could have touched them. But they drifted lower until he could, and began to cluster around him. He smiled and closed his eyes as they embraced him, covering him in white light. 

The lights scattered, floating away and fading away. Shoen felt clean. His fur now had assumed a magnificent pearly white, a drastic change from dark grey.

He felt clean.