Wow.

Oh beautiful monster, shackled and chained, my light may not reach your past. The Dark Mother beckons to us with her meager hands -- yet reach you nevermore, if my wishes came through.

I will reach for the stars and rewrite your fate, for not even Atropos could cut through the bonds of my life-long hate -- and bestowed upon you a gift, a metamorphosis, that our Dark Mistress had created.

Gaia reaches for our feet and pulls us closer -- but there is only one thing we say to Death: Not Today.