The tenuous memory of an unearthly being lingers on as a cave drawing in the far recesses of an underground cavern. Look past your whiskers and sink into becoming. The doors are unlocked and the windows are wide open, can you feel the breeze? Up, up, away.
Visualize one of these things today: the color sea-green, black tourmaline, music in the key of C, the scent of patchouli, and the synthesizing wisdom of lotus.
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