I began mapping the spells I've never cast.
Ideas dreamed but never attempted. Concepts too unstable, too vast.
The Codex now holds a chamber of what-could-be.
I dare not use them. Yet. But they wait, coiled like sleeping storms.
I began mapping the spells I've never cast.
Ideas dreamed but never attempted. Concepts too unstable, too vast.
The Codex now holds a chamber of what-could-be.
I dare not use them. Yet. But they wait, coiled like sleeping storms.