In the very heart of the grove beside the gliding stream there stood a palace, built by no human hands but by the cunning of a god. You will perceive, as soon as I have taken you within, that it is the pleasant and luxurious dwelling of so me deity that I present to your gaze.
The Psyche - for though flesh and spirit were weak and trembled, yet the fierce will of destiny gave her force - summoned all her strength, drew forth the lantern, and seized the razor; a sudden courage displaced the weakness of her sex. But as soon as the lamplight revealed the secrets of the couch, she saw the kindest and sweetest of all wild beasts, Amor himself, fairest of the gods and fair even in sleep, so that even the flame of the lamp, when it beheld him, burned brighter for joy, and lightnings flashed from the razor’s sacrilegious blade.
— Amore & Psyche
— Son x AntiAnti / www.AntiAnti.us / for A Company of Wolves