In her phlegmatic ways, Minerva Feghan Pirbright woes her best of moist days. "Upon the the rising stars I sing to you, In falling vapours I give you the calming way." No more will her companions guide her to impulsive and pleasure seeking adventures, as it has been known of shameless natures. Minerva longs for simpler time, when shadows of wandering lusts seemingly lured the unnecessary- and new beginnings marked the chromatic turnkey of unnatural temperaments.