
Field Note: The Keeper’s Recall & The Ritual Without a Name
I knew the stones would speak. The Libyan Desert Glass shifted texture in my hands, and the ritual completed itself without a script. This was The Keeper’s Recall, and I finally listened.
I knew the stones would speak. The Libyan Desert Glass shifted texture in my hands, and the ritual completed itself without a script. This was The Keeper’s Recall, and I finally listened.