The Full Story Behind the Work There is a moment before dawn on the first morning of May where the world holds its breath. The air is still. The ground is cold beneath bare feet. The light has not yet decided what it will become. And in that moment, the veil thins. For centuries, across Scotland, women rose early on Beltane morning to gather the dew. Not rain. Not water drawn from a well. Something quieter. Something that had settled overnight, untouched, unseen. They would wash their faces in it, believing it would bring beauty, vitality, protection for the year ...