Prologue: The Lunar Eclipse

"Waning! Crescent! Here she comes, wise. The moon made of me on its own it shall rise. Wind! Wind! It blows! Wind! To our draughting tree. Cry, my dear; with wind sure falls water, cry, with wind and water comes life, so I live; it is true - the wind! It brought life, so I live, so I hear you call me again."