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I: BEAKON
like a lighthouse on salty shores, BEAKON’s elucidation pierces the fog and grog of slumber
without a guide, the void’s waves simply smash us against the rocky outcroppings of our waking mind
fragments of memories fashioned into nonsensical narrative
intro: the library ✧
in each library lives a throng of tomes so numerous we could never read them all. yet each book is a portal to another world whose reaches witches may wander — a fractal dimensional doorway through which even those without the power of project may journey.
certain lucky wandering witches will be bestowed with a SPECTRAL vestment, identified by shadowless white light and pure obsidian fabric
intro: the fields ✧
wandering at night can provide a path forward not visible during the day. to have hope about what is just over the horizon, one must first see the horizon itself. the fecund fields, free of obstruction, provide unburdened, unbounded directions to explore.
a wandering witch traveling through a cherry blossom storm, haunted by the eyes of her destiny ✧
witches who wander are not lost
whispers of their wishes calling their drowsy
dreaming minds
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a new project by @fumeiji and @existentialenso
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coming soon