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🌒 Witchheart Diary Entry #001 — For the Collective 🌘

Some of you are mistaking stillness for stagnation. But the seed does not rot in darkness. It roots. It listens. It gathers the ancient whisper of the soil.

Just because it’s quiet does not mean nothing is happening. Your becoming is sacred and unseen. Do not rush the bloom. The moon doesn’t.

You are allowed to be slow. You are allowed to rest. Magic doesn’t ask you to burn out— it asks you to belong to your own rhythm again.

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Mother Night, so deep, so wide Cloak me now, be by my side.

Bring me luck with silent grace, Let golden chances find my face.

A peace of mind, both still and true, Like forest mist and midnight dew.

No fear shall stir, no thought unkind, Just sacred calm within my mind.

With silver stars and shadow’s breath, I call this spell from root to death.

So mote it be, by moon and flame, My wish is cast, in your great name.

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Feel the power in your bones! You are ready...

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Stand at the crossroads with courage, child. You hold the keys. Trust your path, for the shadows are your allies and the moon remembers your name.

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the forest opened and swallowed me whole. mist curling around my wrists like a promise. the crescent watching— thin as a blade, red as a warning. i walked deeper. i didn’t look back.

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The wind whispered secrets through the open window last night. I woke with a strange sense of knowing - something ancient stirred. I lit a candle before dawn, rosemary and sage in hand, and listened. The flame flickered like a heartbeat.

Today feels like a threshold. I don’t know what’s coming, but I can feel it circling — something powerful, something mine.

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you say witch like it’s a curse, but i carry the word like a blade between my teeth