A relic for those who walk by intuition rather than daylight, it marks each lunar turning with solemn grace. Wreathed upon its pages are two botanical sentinels of the liminal path:Bittersweet Nightshade, the blossom of boundaries-its delicate tendrils whispering of thresholds not to be crossed without intentions. Ghost Pipe, pale as Moonlite phantoms, a flower revered for its connection to...
