WirrLicht. Will-o'-the-Wisp has gone astray.

A pinch of mysticism doesn't hurt in these misty, drizzly days. After all, the autumnal melancholy inspired great poets and thinkers to fashion their wonderful, spine-chilling worlds, in which mystifying lights would tempt the lonely wanderer to err from the proper path. In dan pearlman's world, however, it's not the disoriented night owls who go missing, but the light itself - in the confusion of its own wanderings. Too bad for the light. But good for the home, for here, it becomes an unusual source of light and a ghostly shade shelter: the WirrLicht.