07/10/2025
When the storm comes, let it take you. Let it tear through the brittle walls you built to feel safe. Power doesn’t rise from comfort, it’s forged in the wreckage.
There’s a reason Witches walk in the dark. The night reveals what the light hides. In the silence after the thunder, you’ll hear her- your oldest self, whispering from the ashes, “Now, begin again.” The storm isn’t your enemy. It’s the ritual.