The cascading mist of a timeless initiatory ritual apparates as a black cat who bumps heads with you in the night. Stretch your paws out in front of you, get lost in a daydream, and imagine purple fractals stretching across the sky. An ever-revealing something wants you to tell you a secret. Who will you be tomorrow?
Feel into one of these things today: morning dew wetting your face, amazonite, music in the key of B, the scent of fresh cut ivy, and the vital lifeforce of fireweed.
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