We welcomed and cherished her in our city. For 15 days and nights she healed our wounds, gave birth to new ideas and defined a new course in our lives.

Tonight she reveals her secrets, in a festivity of myth and dream in the heart of the Old Town at Mikrasiaton Square.

We praise her

O Goddess, Earth, of Gods and men the source,
Endured with fertile, all destroying force;
All-parent, bounding, whose prolific powers,
Produce a store of beauteous fruits and flowers,
All-various maid, the eternal world's strong base 5
Immortal, blessed, crowned with every grace;
From whose wide womb, as from an endless root,
Fruits, many-formed, mature and grateful shoot.
Deep blossomed, blessed, pleased with grassy plains,
Sweet to the smell, and with prolific rains. 10
All flowery daemon, centre of the world,
Around thy orb, the beauteous stars are hurled
With rapid whirl, eternal and divine,
Whose frames with matchless skill and wisdom shine.
Come, blessed Goddess, listen to my prayer, 15
And make increase of fruits thy constant care;
With fertile Seasons in thy train, draw near,
And with propitious mind thy suppliant hear.

We thank her and promise to keep her sacred into the "Temple of Existence" - together with Fire and Water - for ever...