A Quiet Spell

Sitting on a plush pink chair under a majestic tree, the wizard allows his feet to dip into a gentle stream, not to control it, not to alter it, but merely to experience it. The spell he holds neither scorches nor detonates; it gracefully spirals into the heavens like a drifting idea.

At times, magic doesn’t involve strength. At times, it’s about tranquility. Regarding allowing the world to progress as you stay still

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