I dreamt of wild creatures; beautiful, dangerous, deadly.

Transfixed, I watched them come together in a dance; graceful, seductive, viciously bloody.

But it was just a dream of a place lost in the waking hours of reality; fleeting, magical, heavenly.

4 of Cups

The beast was here all along…

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