The mournful substrate of a dreamworld memory is illumed by a grey tabby cat who appears in visionary dreams. Twitch your whiskers, run to the window, and yowl at the moon. The ocean floor forgot to tell you that you have been dreamt into existence. Don’t be afraid to take a leap. Telepathy is waving hello.
For today: the color of quicksilver, heliodor, music in the key of E, the feeling of sand under your feet, and the devotional ardor of cyclamen.
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Last Quarter Moon
The moon is 24 days old