ㅤㅤㅤ☪ — "we are the blood of the witches you thought were dead. we carry witchcraft in our bones, whilst magic still sings inside out heads. when the witch hunters imprisoned out ancestors, when they tried to burn the magic away, someone should have warned them that magic cannot be tamed. because you cannot burn away what has always been aflame."

ㅤㅤㅤ☪ — "persephone, grant me the foresight to know when I must let go my old life to start anew. artemis, grant me the strength of your spine when you helped deliver apollo, your own twin. athena, grant me the solidarity in your sinews for which you were born in all of your armour. aphrodite, grant me the kind of heart that always follows my passions true. andromeda grant me the wish to never fall out of love with the night sky or the glisten of it’s stars. and hera, grant me your fury, so i can remind my enemies i am not the weakness they perceive, i am the oncoming storm, i am war.”