Change is in the air. A sent upon the breeze, hope drifting upon the winds of eternity. Leaves turn fires of the season. Smoke billowing from the chimneys of the warm as the witch no longer hides embracing the comfort of the magick.
Open your eyes.
Do you see beyond your own sight? Do you see past the bubble of your creation that is your world? Eyes open for those who wish to see… witnessing the existence of the materialistic mannerism of humanity. Eyes closed the blind forever walking amongst the waking world in a state of perpetual dream.