Day comes to the swamp, the dim colors of night slowly dissolving and giving way to rosier hues of the dawn... then the sunlight filters through the trees lighting up the mired ground. The light scatters along the ground looking like lost treasures, flicker-flashing here and there- everywhere, really. She finds herself drawn to it, but there's a strange lack or urgency. The light warms the air and scatters all over the ground, so there's plenty enough to share. Her wandering takes her aimlessly from patch to patch, whatever catches her eye in the bounty of light- she knows she'll get her fill of the lovely morning gold.