Trekking through the thicket of phantasmagoria – lost in dreamish enchantment – purely by happenchance, I stumbled upon that mystical garden, teeming in floral plenty and colors so rich and rare. Had I arrived on Aiden’s doorstep? A melodic whistling poked the stillness of afternoon sloth. Subtly, sensually & poetically, one danced. Her colors gleaming effervescently, tranced my senses, commanding my undivided attention. This, I took as omen: I choose that one. She shall be loved, worshipped, honored and swaddled inside the arms of my loving – loving heart.