A band of women, skyclad, circle a fire on a deserted beach. The chill air of the night cause them to draw near the flames. They embrace a man they revere as an avatar of the divine.
The time is the present... .
We Call Thee
A band of women, skyclad, circle a fire on a deserted beach. The chill air of the night cause them to draw near the flames. They embrace a man they revere as an avatar of the divine.
The time is the present... .
