Magic

I am as delicate as I am fierce.

This sign came with a poem by Christy Ann Martine about dancing beneath the stars while the magic sinks in.

Astaran and Ayana felt a centered star in it, connected with everything. A song of delicate beauty. Focusing on it, they saw flowers everywhere. Flowers of geometry, fractals that kept expanding and deepening.

They wrote very little else. Some people know who they are and can feel the coding of a sign for themselves.