Relax and get comfortable.
Take three deep breaths.
You are standing on an open cliff, overlooking a prairie below. It is shortly before dawn and you have come here to do your magickal work.
The sky is muted, pale blue overhead fading into a gentle rose-pink near the eastern horizon where the sun will rise. Relax as you stand on the cliff, watching the sky. Whisps of clouds drift by, strings of gray stretching across the horizon. They are distant and lazy, and you know they will burn off by morning.
The air currents are still as you breathe deep in the chill, yet soon-to-warm, morning and your breath steams out, hovering in front of you. For just a moment before its gone. Now, step to the edge of the cliff and stretch your hands out to the sky. In a voice that echoes across the…
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