The sound of small fragments echoed in the empty room, and the small space was a mess of miscellaneous objects: strange small objects, books placed everywhere, papers of various materials of different materials, and candles of different colors placed horizontally and vertically.

The owner of the house was in the innermost room, which had nothing but a couch and a wardrobe, and the only remaining floor was a round blanket, on which a strange pattern was woven with dark blue stripes—a tree-like pattern of a large number of circles and paths, but strangely of a considerable degree of beauty and a certain symmetry, in the center of the pattern, a dull scroll spread out, the corners of which had been eroded by the years, and the smell of mold could be smelled just by taking it out, but in any case its owner did not dare to clean or deodorize it, after the unimaginable yearsEven a hard pinch can cause irreversible damage to this ancient volume.

Two white candles were lit on either side of the blanket, and their owner, holding a small bronze bell, tiptoed a glass of milk on top of the blanket, facing the spread parchment. It was a somewhat thin teenager, and it could be seen from the childish color of his face that he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, which is often the most fantasical age, in other words, the age of the second year, but this is also the most beautiful age, since ancient times, how many literati have written adventures, ill-fated children, swordsmen who fight the world, and scholars who enter Beijing to catch the exam, they all started their adventures at this age, rushing to the unforeseeable and magnificent future.

"It's another great attempt", the boy took a deep breath, replacing the so-called moon water with milk was actually his idea, its milky white color was in line with the description of moon water in ancient books, and hell it was that all the ancient books that could be reached mentioned that the moon water had a drowsy milk fragrance. But it doesn't matter so much, if each ritual pursues the perfection of materials and steps, then in fact, many rituals have lost the possibility of trying. The boy turned around and placed a silver cup, the ritual chalice on the other side of the parchment, in a position that was symmetrical to the milk, and this silver cup was probably the most expensive tool of the ceremony, apart from the priceless scroll.

The boy was fully prepared, and once again examined his arrangement, there was nothing missing in all aspects, and then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling that his state had reached its peak.

"It's the time of the full moon," when the full moon is high in the night sky in the middle of August.

"This is the time of growth and harvest," said the boy, standing and speaking into the air above the milk, "I am a people of God, and I stand before you before you at your altar, in love and worship."

"Please make me feel your presence tonight". The boy took the bell and walked to the east and shook the bell, "Goddess Celina, help me feel the power and presence of the ether in my mind", walked to the south and shook the bell "Goddess Seredwin, please help me feel the power and presence of the ether in my spirit", went to the west and shook the bell, "Goddess Athena, help me feel the power and presence of the ether in my emotions", returned to the north and shook the bell, "Goddess Aphrodite, help me feel the power and presence of the ether in my body".

Very good, I haven't made any mistakes so far, this can be said to be a rather rare start, the boy warned himself in his heart not to be arrogant or impatient, and at this time, there seemed to be an unspeakable wave rising from afar, they passed in an instant, penetrated this hut, penetrated the boy's internal organs, and for a while the boy was in a trance, but it was only for a moment.

Did something happen just now? Is this the phenomenon of the ritual taking effect? The young man was quite keenly aware of his momentary trance, or demonic shock, and suddenly felt a chill in his back, and wanted to stop his absurd move, but he had tried dozens of rituals before and after, and this one in front of him was probably the only real and effective ritual, and if he stopped there, he would not be willing to do so anyway.

So the boy took another deep breath, put the bell back on the altar, raised his arms above his head, and said, "Mother Moon, Lady of Light, Mistress of Magic and Animals." You are the white light of the moon on earth and the light of the sun in life. You are the beginning and the end, the one who creates and takes away. Show me the mysteries of the Aether and guide me to the fields of the Aether Foundry, so that I can see the world as it really is!"

After saying his wishes, the boy performed the necessary chant: "All honor and love be given to this wonderful goddess, for she is the power behind all powers, the goddess behind God, and eternal life after death." The Queen of Heaven and Earth, the Goddess of Eternal Wisdom!" Finally, raise the milk glass to toast "To Diana and all the goddesses!"

This is the end of the rituals in the ancient books, and then it is the time for divination, meditation and all other spell work, and in the time of communicating with the goddess, one's own spirituality reaches its peak, and all the work will be twice as effective with half the effort.

Why didn't there be any reaction, the young man was sure that he didn't make any mistakes in the spell this time, he looked at the milk in his hand, could it be that it was the milk in the end, sure enough, milk can't replace the moon water, the young man shrugged his shoulders, drank the milk in the cup in one gulp, and prepared to clean up the ceremony scene. But as the uniform milky white liquid entered his mouth, a cool and slippery feeling quickly filled his mouth, and then slid through the esophagus and into the stomach, this feeling was so obvious, the viscous and milky white liquid seemed to grow small and slender tentacles, coldly stimulating every cell of the teenager.

The young man's eyes quickly became blurred, the milk cup involuntarily fell off his hand and fell on the blanket, all the colors were aggravated, all the light was stretched, all the senses were confused, in the boy's senses that were close to collapse, the parchment roll on the blanket in front of him emitted a deep ghostly light, but the light in his eyes was strange, and it was not like he was in his own cabin, as if he was in a dusky yellow ocean, countless illusions were overlapped in the sea, they were constantly refracted, scattered, distorted, and finally formed a blurred color.

"You shouldn't drink cold milk", this was the last thought of the teenager before he lost consciousness. The empty house was still empty, but the innermost room that seemed to be the scene of the cult was also empty, the two white candles burned silently, and the light of the beating tongue of fire made the room full of smoke.