”Lost in the gloomy forest,

the maiden wandered far from her dwelling.

Hearing the call of the forest spirit,

she feels the power in her soul.

 

Ripples in the air, the mist rises.

The flames grow, blazing high.

Old rites resonating far away,

enchanting the maiden with their magic.”

 

                                                 - Duo Mysticus, Far She Wandered

imaginary journeys  into a mystical world