Let the moon bless this spell, let it drench these woods with its cold light. My glimmering stars, grains of sand washed upon the blessed shores of this universe. Sing for me your infinite song of time and hold off your bright and cruel mother until all requested deeds have been done.

Just what lies o’er yonder lustful future? Tender embraces from my purest loved one? A thousand strokes from a wandering counterpart? A declaration of emotion from my forbidden equal? If all goes as agreed, my heart’s greatest desires will be set in stone. And written in blood under the roof of this ancient bothy. Beneath the aureole of a billion stars.