Flying away from the world I meet twilight’s dream;
The White Lady leads me to the forest fen
Illuminates my face and reflects me in Moonlight.
Where does she come from and where does she lead me?
She is neither human, nor night itself,
woven from ancestral memories and veils of fog.
She floats in misty fields, causes whisperings in nightly stillness:
“Remember me from long ago, I awaken you for lucid dreams
and open the Gates to the Otherworldly Magical Nights.”
(Ina Custers – The Body of Osiris)