I’ve been dying for some sigils.

Its like my skin has been screaming to be painted with magic.

Ink as dark as the New Moon.

I paint.

Creating my own reality.

Where there is a will, there is a way.

I weave magic into every stroke.

Intentions given life, life given to ink.

The Power of Me.

I paint.

The New Moon Gives me strength and gives me power to my intentions.

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