The gentle evocation of a hazy enigma is enlivened by a pearly white kitten fang. Point your tail in the air, strike a sphinx-like pose, and bump heads with your future self. A dead poet you dream about who had a Leo sun wants to tell you that the thing you’re trying to run away from is yourself. There has only ever been right now.
Your elementals for today: the color of a baby blue whale, moonstone, music in the key of E, the smell of old books, rhodiola.
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