Earth, her mother and sister, gave her life at the dawn of time, when time still wasn't a security; Earth, her companion and wardress, has been her only certainty through time, when all is and was transient; Earth, her chain and sepulchre, will be the only reality to outlive her. She, the Crone, condemned to know epilogue of every story before it even starts, cursed to call eternally the creature that will give her eternal peace, she will see the ending of every life, the conclusion of every age. A desperate existance, wrapped in witchcraft, in terror and in lucid insanity caused by knowledge of all things, awaiting the moment when her ice cold eyes may fade and flights of angels will sing her to her rest.