A crackle of change fills the air with the splintered fragrance of burning time and stolen kisses. The light here is a color like purple, if purple could leave the distinct impression that you have forgotten something important. On a shining silver pedestal with three stumpy, curling legs, there lies a vast crystalline orb, images shifting and floating in the lilac mist it contains. It is from here that the light comes-- from here that the Tower draws its magic. You have entered the heart of the wizard's domain--
THE DREAMSTONE

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Hello, my friends! This is my first coding venture here on neocities, so please be patient while I work out all of the bells and whistles. I'm learning, slowly but surely, and the Twisted Tower grows brick by brick, day by day. I am an avid lover of flora, a dreamer of big dreams, and a budding researcher of the occult and metaphysical, especially as it overlaps with mythology and psychology. This is intended to be sort of a catch-all blog, for recording things that I find beautiful and strange!
On the Darkened Plains of Discord I use my wizarding name, Vorenaex; in the Tumblrite Mountains to the North(ish) I am known as Fairchilde; on the far star of Instagram I am simply the Rambling Magus. But everywhere I carry the title of Bright-Eyed Sinner. I have a shop by the same name on Etsy! Check the bottom of the page for contact info.