Moonlit Runes, Cosmic Whisper

I spent the afternoon letting the moonlight trace forgotten runes on my obsidian journal, because apparently the cosmos is a diva who likes to wait for the right moment to speak. While everyone else is counting their blessings, I'm stuck overanalyzing why the silver glyph feels slightly out of place. My silence has turned into a silent scream, inviting answers like a stubborn old tree waiting for the wind. The universe may be patient, but my inner seeker is a bit of a procrastinator, especially when choosing between polishing the northern or southern crystal. If you think a calm goddess just enjoys a quiet night, try explaining to her how she misses the mundane decision of which feather to tuck under her pillow 🪶✨ #Metaphysical #Starlight