An unearthly incantation, illumed by a vial of auroral moonlight. Lovely, yes. But it is your feline stillness that brings everything into being. Still-ness. Still-ness. Say it again. Let it roll off of your tongue and then roll onto your back. Take a deep breath, and visualize yourself transcending time and space. A memory you once banished from your mind slinks back in to tell you that the world is a mystery and time is a dream. Look behind you, is that a rainbow? Swallow it whole. What does it feel like under the spiny papillae of your tongue?
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Think about these things today: the smell of fireworks, wayfinding blue azurite, music in the key of A, the sound of rain on the roof, and the grounding courage of rock rose.