Night of the Lunacalia
She was lost, intoxicated by her self-induced reverie, bathed in the consummating glow of the full moon and enwreathed in the sonorous aura of a host of timeless goddesses. Such reverential visitants were at last invoked with the precious intervention of Grimalkin, feline shadow of Macbeth's fateful oracle.
Her unfading search for love and spiritual fulfilment is on the verge of attainment on this, the night of her Lunacalia, through her deep knowledge and devotion to the diva triformis and the goddess Luna herself. One last phase of her Selenian ritual must be performed to be finally inducted into the magic of amour. The guttering candles expire, and only she knows what must now be done...
We are, now, firmly established in our very own 200-plus year-old new home, the venerable Saint Mary's Mill, a great 18th century building that replaced numerous incarnations on this site going back at least as far as the Norman King William's Doomsday Book of 1086. This site, just outside Leicester, England, sits overlooking the ancient, meandering River Soar with its willow trees and wildlife, just as it ever did upon its resourceful little island. Our small and diligent team of artists, craftsmen and service crew are proud to be working creatively for you - our unique and select group of customers who appreciate our opus, and we would like to thank you, again, for your unswerving support and patronage over Alchemy's 40-plus year career. We hope to never disappoint you and wish to continue satisfactorily serving you for aeons to come.
Your humble servant,
The Alchemist
