Perhaps the true frontier of transcendence lies not in the expression of the soul but in its excision, carefully, with nothing left but cute little scars you can feel when you run your fingertips on the remaining mind. And well preserved. For a different time. Now, void remains.
Witches are the manipulators that grip and wield purpose.
(with intent to make you totally reliant on me) hey babe how are you? did you sleep okay?