The Blood Elixir

Pain is temporary,
like everything in life.

Embrace impermanence

She pierces her hand, blood,
the life elixir.
There's nothing stronger
than blood
the base of all her potions
and elixirs.
Her own blood, perfected, purified
After so many years.

Blood flows from her hand
one of the ley lines on her palm
As within so without.
She concentrates her thought
her intention
into the effect desired by the potion.

Nothing else exists in the world
except for this intention,
this effect.

She takes a small bottle
and pours the blood into the mix.
Golden smoke, ancient smell
the spirit of trees gone long ago.
She inhales the golden smoke
and exhales it gray.

The gold remains inside

Reveal to me the ancient grove
That was burned to ashes.
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Text by: Xavier Liras
Image by: Sanrode