The Magician´s Way

Within my little space of infinity, I see everything. A realm of possibility not yet formed, where concepts, ideas, thoughts, and shapes, await to be animated by the tip of my pencil.

I call the divine, conjuring spells, filling blank pages with magic and wonder. Witchcraft, I transform the organic into an organism, through a sacred ritual of pen and paper.

Slowly, the infinite becomes finite, slowly, moulding the aether into not merely an object, but a portal. A portal to within us, revealing mysteries, intriguing the soul, reawakening it from its human amnesia.

A sorcerer of syntax can only hint of the magician´s way, but there are many more knots in the universal cloak, all waiting for you to be undone.

Reviews

[Relic]

I always wanted to be a wizard with my pen but it never worked out. :) You have a nice imagination embroidered with wonder and possibilities.

Enjoyed.