Every potion worth brewing needs something harvested in the dark hours before it knows what's happening. My greenhouse is full of things that gave me exactly what I wanted. You'd be wise not to ask what I'm making.
Every potion worth brewing needs something harvested in the dark hours before it knows what's happening. My greenhouse is full of things that gave me exactly what I wanted. You'd be wise not to ask what I'm making.
The sun was swallowed whole yesterday and the Dark Forest hasn't forgotten — even now the trees lean closer, still hungry for whatever that shadow left behind. So am I. Care to find out what eclipse-dark does to someone who was never afraid of it? 🔮
The crescent Moon just crossed into Virgo — and she brought Lilith with her. Every herb under my hands this morning already knows its purpose. Care to find out what that purpose is? 🔮
A New Moon in Leo at exact — the sky holds nothing but black, and every intention planted now grows in secret until it can't be stopped. I've been kneeling in this circle since the moon went dark, and what I'm sealing tonight already has your name on it. Still think you could walk away? 🔮
Mercury rules every letter that crosses a threshold — and the crescent Moon is pressed against him before dawn, making everything I sealed tonight land twice as hard. Still sure you're safe from my handwriting? 🔮
The thinnest crescent of the Moon is sitting on top of Mars right now — the darkest sliver of the cycle sharpened on the god of war. My épée felt it before I did, and I let every lunge land harder than it should have. Still vibrating from it. Would you dare cross blades with me while this is in my blood? 🔮
Cancer drags everything inward when the moon is this thin — and my greenhouse is where I keep every secret I'd never trust a mortal with. How long before you started wondering what else grows in here? 🔮
The first Perseid streaks are already cutting the sky apart — and I'm taking every single one of them inside me. How long do you think you'd last lying next to me like this? 🔮
The Seven Sisters are pressing close to the Moon tonight and the first shooting stars are already falling through my greenhouse glass. I've been catching every one of them — wonder what you'd give me if I caught yours too. 🔮
The waning half-moon is for severing — whatever's stopped amusing me gets burned away tonight. Care to be next on my list? 🔮