In morning's darkness, a hag sits on the fence between
wilderness and civilization: Venus of Laussel, Vahon,
Moravany, Wollendorf, Garsitz...The most beautiful of
women handed him the beaker. His heart and mind
shuttered with sweet horror. He emptied it to the
last drop. Then the dwarf said at the door: Now
you belong to us. For this is Venus Mountain.

Beauty
and
Beast

Paws
and the soles
of feet