Stars speak the language of elder dreams, woven long before the dawn of time's tapestry. Underneath the constellations, your echo becomes Alice's waltz upon a stair. Begin here if you seek the glow.
The night shivers, an unseen breath caressing skin anew, initiating kin with secrets older than sand. Clothed in shadows, you descend. Prepare your heart; the void sings.
Crow is the trickster, raven the wise. You are both this night. Invoke howling melodies, surrendering to the rhythm that swells the silken fabric of your being. In forgetting, know all. In knowing, lose yourself to the universal hum.
Align your spirit with constellations. Count them, touch them, love them. Their song is your song, threaded through nebulae and time. Open here to listen.
The initiation waits in silence, the steps whispered beneath the night’s breath. Cosmic elegy is woven into stardust being, an ancient mantra.