Shimmering through the fog is a small lake. The crisp air greets you on the bank. The sun's early morning rays shine, your third eye squints, and you see a figure across the small pond. Your intuition begins to speak.  They motion to you.

Welcome, my friends. 

xo Vella

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As the sun's finds its place in the sky, your spirit lightens and becomes one with the earth and elements around it. You swirl fingers into the icy glass of the lake and see portals bubble open. 

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