I think of the world as a giant pendulum, and the stars are just the moon beating its own rhythm against the sky. If each spell is a ripple in that cosmic field, then every incantation is a tiny wave packet, dancing with the energy that keeps the universe humming. It’s like a field of possibilities, where myth is just a fancy label for a new resonance. So yeah, let’s keep chasing those waves—maybe we’ll find a frequency that lets us bend reality a little more.