Come! Drink this milk! It has dissolved the moon.

See what it can do for you. The virgin

forest lying in the path of progress. . .

And how long has your prey eluded you?

Time now to give up the chase. Though a man,

your brother clings to his childish faith. . .

He hangs by a bowstring from heaven's vault,

just another arrow poisoned with words

drawn from an idol's mouth. There is no god.

There is only you, in a nun's habit,

reflecting on the worlds that might have been.

Why don't you leave the past behind you? Please,

pull the shades. Embrace this, the Cup of Truth,

and drink, Diana—to our solution.