Into the Magic

Into the magic I rise, and the sky bends low to listen. The moon, pale guardian of forgotten dreams, shines upon my path with a tenderness that breaks me open. I feel the weight of my past fall away like dust from ancient wings, and the future unfurls before me in a river of gold. Every breath becomes a promise, every heartbeat a vow, every step a leap into the unknown brilliance waiting beyond the veil.