Changing my seat, it's possible to see the world differently. Magick at the library. Design at the coffee house. Some days, if I stay in my beloved Womb, all I can do is sleep, toss and turn at two pm, waiting. Autumn, far away. Winter, farther still.
So I move around, ask questions, get to know the current better. It named itself today. A clever old name. So I sigilized it, and it asked for a radioactive heart, like some star bellied sneetch from an Otherworld without name.
Servitor :: egregore
I WANT MORE
I have a feeling what comes next is going to annoy people.
Good.
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