The mythopoesis of an eternal portal flares infinitely in the sound of crashing waves. Curl yourself into a ball, take a deep breath, and light a candle for all things far gone and out. Someone whose name you’ve forgotten wants to tell you that if you look up into the sky tonight you might see Sirius winking at you. Sunsets, every day.
Visualize one of these things today: the color of sea foam, moonstone, music in the key of C, the sight of a shooting star, and the mystical void of laburnum.
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