Fire flickers. Candle burns. Full moon and a hint of cloud in the sky. The lake is bathed with the peaceful moonlight. Not even the moon disturbs her. Swans sleep in tranquillity. Little ducks land onto the lake making a thin lines of decoration. Perfect silence. Image of the mountain clearly reflects itself onto this seductive mirror. Losing orientation and let it be. Such a beautiful scene.
Illusion as it shall be. Magic may one calls. Flame of love grows from within the lake. As Love emerges from the fire, standing elegantly on the middle of this magical mirror. A ballad begins to play. Orchestra plays in the dark. Wrap herself with the whitest silk in the universe. And the purest garment that exists. Surround herself by the swans, and the swans turn into a lady one by one. The agents of Love. Pray to the Fire of Love. Pray to the Goddess of Moon.
Fire flickers. Candle burns. And you know how to summon Love, don’t you?