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Transylvania

Winter was a time of despair. The world was empty no matter how much was in it. And even though i had colors, i could not see them. I had to remember my path so on the sacred day of Imbolg i poured milk for the earth and blood for the flames. The first rays of the Sun then came and lit the fire in the depths of my soul again. The flames are still faint, but they are slowly growing, warming up my old hands so they can create again. Peace is still far away but at least i can see its light on the horizon.
I swear this isn't a mustache twirling, wine sipping monologue...it was kind of hard to explain the huge wave of depression i went through last month...but important times are coming and i will introduce you all to some wholesome creatures