Candles are lit, heat is pumping.
Things have been stewing in the blackness of nothing.
Now comes time for the breaking, burning, un-mending.
Lean in. Breathe.
Let the winds unravel you until you no longer resemble the thing that you Were.
Lean in. Breathe.
The solstice is coming.
The darkest of nights.
The solstice is coming, and bringing with it, the light.
So go deep, go dark.
Burn down to your cinders.
The world is born anew in the darkest of Winters.
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