"Wake up! Wake up! The Witching Hour is upon us!" cried the fox deep in the night.
So I awoke and acknowledged my ancestors gathered around my bed, their spirits known but not seen with the human eye.
So I prayed to my troubled sister to wish her love and blessings on her difficult road. The Twin of my Heart.
So I created an approach and formed a solution for the type of call I must make to find romantic love.
So all was good in the depths of quiet darkness within my soul. The fox slept soundly upon my efforts.