The fleeting melody of a forgotten song is revealed in the shadow of the void. Tilt your head to the side, stick out your tongue, and picture your second self as a wisp of smoke. Someone whose name you’ve forgotten wants you to know that blue and red make green. Send everything to the moon.
Your elementals today: the glow of a deep sea jellyfish, garnet, music in the key of E, the sound of butter melting over a campfire flame, and the self-directed clarity of tansy.
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