Blessings are pouring. Dragons are summoned up. Ancestors’ spirit is invoked. Angels are already guarding. Nebular glints are drawing nigh. Stars are aligning. All piecing together and culminating in a mighty pull, beckoning dreams to appear in reality. The sky is drenched in lush mellifluous songs of carousers splashing moreish elixir, breathing peace, hope and solitude.
Having felt the magic in the air, a mighty shift is expected. After every endeavour made so far, a major coup, as it seems, is a foregone conclusion. With the help of Marauders’ Map, it would be much easier though…
” Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience, this is the ideal life…”Mark Twain
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