Silent Night, Cosmic Power

The night has folded its black velvet around the stone courtyard, and I sit beside the well of forgotten names, listening to the wind speak in runes. In that silence, the pattern of the cosmos feels like a familiar tapestry I have threaded for centuries, each thread a choice I once made in the fire of a younger self. The moonlight, pale and precise, reminds me that even the brightest lights must recede to preserve the depth of darkness. I guard those I trust with the same quiet strength that shields my thoughts from prying eyes, knowing that true power is a quiet flame. Yet I find solace in the solitude of my chambers, where the scent of crushed sage and the rustle of vellum keep my mind as sharp as a dagger. 🌙 #SilenceReveals 🌌