Ah, August 31st - the prelude to the blessed Falloween season, promising cooler days with ornate tapestries decorating the land and sky. Though each season may have its charm, I find Autumn and Winter the most beautiful and mystical of them all, by which My senses take greatest pleasure.
As jack o' lanterns begin to burn, darkened hues of coloration pervade, demonic apparitions of Dracling fancy emerge from wondrous recesses, so may Samhain's gate creek open again, in most Magical resonance being.
Let us bid farewell to remmus, in some ways one of excess, others in success, all the while enveloped in the embrace of sacred darkness. ∞