To the Daemon
“Tell me tales of inconceivable fear and unimaginable love, in orbs whereto our sun is a nameless star, or unto which its rays have never reached.”
“Tell me tales of inconceivable fear and unimaginable love, in orbs whereto our sun is a nameless star, or unto which its rays have never reached.”
Reflecting on my ritual magic design style
“…always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger…”