Magnum Opus | Mai Nagano (9)

Autumn is the time of death.

I hear leaves crunch, lifeless

as my heart blackens, becoming one with rot and soil.

The sound of death is the first step in the cycle of rebirth.

Winter sterilizes all that used to fester.

The fluid cold envelops my hands, chilling and cleansing

of every worldly impurity.

The feeling of smooth, cold, white is next.

Spring brings solar light to the world.

Bright-gold-yellow Sol flows on the wind

into my lungs and eyes, blinding me while bringing me sight.

The warmth of light comes before…

…the burn of the fire.

Summer reanimates.

I hear, feel, see, taste, smell once more.

Bloodred, blazing life flows into my mouth and throughout

every moment, transforming all I have ever been

into the true Great Work.

I am Aether.

I am anima.

I am finally complete.

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