The foggy presence of a forgotten ritual. Are you ready for where the day takes you? A strangeness, and then something speaks. “What we do is secret.” Know, will, dare, but keep silent—remember that there is a wisdom and an order to all things. Who will walk with you along this dreaming? Not I, said the Cheshire Cat.
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For today: the color of mountains shrouded in fog, hyacinth-red crocoite, music in the key of B, the sound of ten million hearts breaking in unison (ouch), and the everlasting kinship of mystic spires blue salvia.