“Prepare the openings with Salvia paste.” Sarcana smoothes the concoction onto the nymph’s genitals, anus, mouth, nostrils, and ears. “The eyes are another kind of opening: windows onto the sea beyond the shadow of the live oak.” Sarcana braids Spanish moss about the nymph’s neck and thighs. The young girl rises and shuffles through the tall grasses into Forsyth Park; the coven follows intently. “Guide us to the tree from which Father Mo’or was hanged, across the frontier to the keyway of his spilled seed. Guide us to the root that will prime this vessel to transport us beneath goodness.”