Welcoming His Arrival
Hail to you my love, my king. O father of shadows, you who recline in this our bower. You have set off your radiant crown and there is not but the golden gleam of your face. Oh king of the winds, you have cracked open the hallowed doors of Boreas, and draw me within your hidden warmth. For the warmth of the world passes, you are the flame that consumes me. Hail to you my love, you who approach with your windy hounds, those griffins of your father. The household shudders as you approach the door, and the ravens cry good tidings.
— Lykeia [Aegletia, Day 2]