Mother Miranda has come up with another holiday. Today's celebration is dedicated to the majesty of the Dark God and the splendor of Miranda herself. There is such a contrast between the ruler of the Village and the inhabitants, who rejoice in a good harvest, dance, children play in a pile of yellowed leaves, someone jumps over a fire, but no one can compare with you...

I'm exhaling cigar smoke and I can't take my eyes off you. You are different, you have a different heart, a different soul, even though you did not escape the fate of being implanted with a cadou in your body. And you're also stubborn and always unhappy with me.

Now, as if in a fairy tale, you are out of breath after dancing, running up, holding a wreath of maple leaves. Maybe this is the moment when you won't curse me?

"Is the little witch having fun?"