The Dark Lady
Myk the Myomancer
The Faery Who Was Kissed by the Pixies-Reversed
Deep within you, there are seeds of such unimaginable wonder. They remain there, untouched by the light of the Sun or the nourishment of the loamy Earth. The strange fruit they would become remains a mystery, because you leave them closed up tightly, hermetically sealed within your darkest self. Are you afraid to know, or are you afraid because you know the cost of letting such seeds be sown?
I feel it is the latter. The hints are all around you, but you lack the tools of the gardener. These tools are the courage to begin, knowing failure and blight are just as likely as lush success, and the patience to be a good and faithful steward to your growth.
Love yourself enough to let the Sun shine into your soul. Spread love around like fertilizer, and watch what springs forth with abandon. That love and light will be returned to you in spades.