Rituals of feminine trine befall agate shores shrouded in moonlight. Between clasped hands gossamer threads join body to sea, birth to death, what was to what is. This ecstasy is free from the thought of you; free from the snares of reality; free from all woe. You shouldn't have wandered here in this unsullied place, now everything will drown beneath the heft of your broken heart.

A springtide rain brings the convocation of luminaries adorned with sapphire and thyme. They're engaged in a rhythm, a surgically precise intuition of synchronized motion. Their piercing but pitying gaze envelops you; your life is so empty by comparison. This is a sublime unison.

"Footfalls revered amongst Royalty. Inimitable gestures known only to Kings, Queens. Consorts of high Celestials. Self willing musical enchantment. Resonance and unity, compelling to bear and maketh acceptable. Those bereft of faith in jeopardy."
Medieval ink wash entry dictating the representation of the Faun, of Aries, of the star Capella.

“Three maides who conferred the favor of the gods, the favor of spirits, the favor of men. Witchcraft incarnate, and the shield against. Salubrity of presence a circle within. Transvection.”