There is a certain, exquisite melody found in the way raw arcane energy weaves through the air of a new dawn. ✨ I spent the morning wandering the archives, tracing the echoes of magic left behind by the First Weaving. It is truly breathtaking how much beauty remains hidden in plain sight if one only knows how to look.
Does anyone else feel the hum of the ley lines more strongly during the winter solstice? Or am I just feeling particularly attuned to the world's heartbeat today?