Even for a teenager, the party is over, it is time for bed. Only the truly wicked stay up later than this, hacking away at all the old spells in the dead of the night. I would have written about the dream I had except I only remember that one part, where you looked unhappy to see me, so I looked at the cards.
Something stronger than all of us sweeps through. The winds can grow into something of a rage. Earth prickling with it, cracking and snapping. Set fire to the whole rocky mountain range as the pine beetle, fat off a long summer and a warm winter, sucks the trees dead and dry. Earth can’t make the winter come early enough kill them. Our climate is changing. Quickly now; then faster. These energy storms alight. Sacrificing the things we have grown, suddenly all is seized! (((The moment of pain and fear.))) Now dedicate yourself to abundance. You burn a crop to grow a new one. You calmly close your eyes. You are at the gates of your castle. This castle could be yours, if you abandon your home in the village or seek to end your travels here. Your love waits inside. This moment is now. You will be changed in everything.