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Findings

You find yourself having been destroyed. It happens as one might expect — alike with almost any kind of minor war or accident. Time delivers waves of little tragedies or else the whole mountain collapses without warning. You find yourself in shards, alone, without even a place to stand, and unable to speak. You find yourself abandoned, destitute, injured, sick, and broken. You find yourself in every position you never desired, in every situation you avoided like the plague. You. Find yourself. You find. Yourself. And the broken chunks, the blood, the losses, the desperate hours held at the brink of life and death, well, they begin to shine like stars for a moment. And you find yourself in the body of a deer, in the moonlight, upon the field, sensing in the language of shadows and mists the furtive wings of the dream upon which your soul depends, and you lift your tender neck and draw in the very nectar of darkness itself, its whole heart, its moment, its every furrow and purpose. And it becomes you, the silver stars, the piercing moon. Your bones, your eyes, the fervent moments of waking that happen just at the edge of dreams… you find yourself in the body of a deer, walking the field furtively, the nectar of darkness within her. The very blood of the ancient sky. You find yourself alive. In the secret body of the ancients. Behind you lies the wood wherein you slept. Before you lies a destiny divine. You. Find. Yourself.

— From Mystery Way

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