Such is a beautiful thing, for the Air is thick with Story. There is such a gravity to my allies, a sensual distinction that marks the clarity of an embodiment. In which we, by our very Nature of inspired authenticity, radiate the essence of Story in bright presence.
As I feel into the Mythica, it is the bifrost, the rainbow bridge, of travel across the realms, of devotion to Story, of mantra and magicks, wonders and virtue that arraigns. A sense of confluence and meeting in the weave, embraced by the gravities of dancing Worlds.