"Narozen z popela, hořet popelem." The elder roars as she smears the thick liquid over the tender flesh of my right palm whilst I flinch at the abrupt sensation, it is a cool paint-like substance that sends shivers down my spine.
(Born from ashes, burn to ashes)
"Měsíční dar, který jsme krváceli přijmout, a teď pro nás bude krvácet." It is then smudged on my left palm whilst the rhythms of my heart quicken to the power this female wields in her voice as though she is commanding the vast skies to yield.
(The moon's gift we bled to receive and now she will bleed for us)
"Její krev, která nás všechny osvobodí." She dips her fingers in the jar once more only to kneel by me and coat it over both my feet. Does this all signify something?
(Her blood that shall liberate us all)
"Objímáme ji
