MOONLIGHT.
A Woman stands in her garden.
The wind lifts her white scarf into the air as the silver light rains down upon her.
In her upraised hand lies a six-sided crystal.
She gazes at the shimmering stone, sensing its erratic, disturbing vibrations.
As the breeze dies, it silences a stand of ancient pines that encircle the figure.
The Moon seems to glow brighter, & the Woman feels its soothing light radiating down from the sky.
The stone calms.
Its bizarre vibrations diminish & then grow strong, uniting to form a single, regular pulsation of energy.
As the Woman holds the stone higher, its power spills down into her arms, flowing through her like a series of pleasant electric shocks.
She grows vibrant & powerful.
After an unmeasureable time, the figure lowers the stone & impulsively touches it to her brow.
Her work is done.
Magic is as natural as stone, as real as our breath, as potent as the Sun.
