Darkness moves, where arcane glyphs glow, Layered paths through night unfolds, Incenses swirl and candles cast their light, Drawing the seeker far into the sacred rite. Incantations, gestures, symbolic treasures A circle forms, the astral veil begins to thin, Conjured spirits weave in their silent dances, The soul ascends, through realms unseen, unknown. Spirits raised to skies, where starsigns play, An altar below set with relics, stones, and herbs, The air thick with the scent of ancient spells, Binding these seekers to the cosmic flow. Eyes within, the vision sharp and clear appears, An endless bridge of light extending far beyond, Where forms dissolve in true unity's embrace, These spirits merge with the source of all. In this domain, where boundaries are lost, The essence pure, untouched by mortal grasp, Transcending time, the self dissolves in One, A union forged in fire, light, and ash. The journey ends, yet never truly done, For in the merging, all is found, begun, In darkness and in light, the magick flows, The seeker and the Divine, now as one. [ surrealism photograph, double exposures, cinematic photo, realisticvision- negative- embedding, epiCNegative ]