Turn thine eyes hither, once more. Perceivest you not that ananke hath girded this encounter about our wrists? A covenant no hand shall rend asunder, akin to the stone colossi that have outlived forgotten ages. A eidolon enwrit with longing, answer this beseechment. Plant me, and in due season reap me as your companion. The one ordained to be your twilit sanctuary, (@TINNASITT).