The hermit is a cycle end. He tells the story of a young man who has become too old.
This arcane knows what it doesn't want anymore, but it doesn't know what it wants
No one comes to me by chance, neither by surprise. One has to be expected ...
Golden Age men worship Mother Earth, Gaïa, Dana, Tiamata the great Goddess
There is a fabric that is emerging. A wide tissue of loving hearts.
Who conceived us, brought us up, taught us and protected us over the eons?
I was fifteen years old. She was blonde like the wheats. La belle vie, my friends.