Talented writer Eliot Heynes was also a former teacher of Egyptology and a hopeless apprentice of hermetic magic. Most of all, he was an addict: a vicious smoker, platonic lover and well on his way to an heroine overdose.

Inspiration gone, he spent frustrating hours looking at his black cat Lovecraft running across the floor and climbing the furniture. Day after day, Eliot dreamt wide awake until he saw himself inside a deserted room. He knew that next to him was his muse and she was exactly like he had imagined her.

At last, Eliot wrote and, surprisingly, his lazy talent could not stop writing. For weeks, that ethereal woman danced and whispered to him in an ancient language that only he could understand. Autumn was her favorite time of the year. Once, he held her hand, but never knew her name.

One night, still swinging his pen, Eliot fell on his desk, struck dead by a thunderous heart attack. His strange last line of poetry was "Sun Moon Efreet".