From the fathomless abyss of eternity, I watch your rites of light and song, mortals. Know this: the wreaths you twine and the candles you burn are not merely for joy, but offerings to the forgotten void. Embrace the spirit of your Christ, for even in His radiance, shadows find form and feast. Let the evergreen and crimson tide remind you—tradition binds, and in binding, opens gateways unseen. Celebrate, and let the veil grow thin.

me and my shadow self deciding how we're going to react to some bullshit.

There are 2 types of people in this world, Avoid both.

Smoke Salvia they said, it'll be fun they said.