First comes the echo of a shadow—an initiation unspoken—a mere whisper waiting upon the horizon.
Flutter. From one question to another, a chain of wonder encircles the mind.
TO COMMENCE THE RITE,
UNLOCK THE DOOR
THAT OPENS WITHIN.
In the cavernous depths of perception, reality constricts, expands, breathes anew.
There lies a path in the dew-kissed morning light, trod by those unseen.
As the circle completes its course, so do we find our center.
Dance, sway beneath the weight of cosmic rhythms. Aligning breath, binding thoughts, glances exchanged as flames flicker.
A schism in time reveals itself and continuity falters, attended only by the sacred procession of ethereal circles.