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Within the hush of night, as shadows weave, Our journies begin that but few believe. Vaporous veils of mist and starlit skies, The occultist ventures where secrets lie. Between realms where the astral planes, Holds whispers of power, pleasure, and pain. With each breath, a new portal’s trace, Into vast depths of a timeless space. Nebulous clouds in hues of ancient twilight, Guide the seeker past the reaches of sight. Mystic symbols in the astral orbs glow, Mapping the path where so dare to go. Ethereal beings, guardians of the gate, Watch with eyes that fathom fate. Their voices echo in the mind's deep, Secrets of old in shadows keep. In this realm, the true will ignites, A flame within that deeply excites. Every thought, a ripple in the stream, Of cosmic truth and vivid dream. There, in the heart of the astral keeps, Lies the essence of what one can be. True magick flows from the soul’s core, A boundless divinity, forever soars. Through trials faced in spectral lands, One learns the strength of inner hands. The true will found, a beacon bright, Guiding the way through endless night. Back to the realm of mortal clay, With newfound purpose, clear as day. The magick within, a radiant fire, Born of the journey through astral quire. [ perfect photograph, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ]