Dream

As the veil of the year thins and 2024 slips into shadow,
Hecate, guardian of thresholds and keeper of the eternal flame, speaks:

"Children of the crossroads, the time has come.
The distant glow of 2025 calls to you,
a light shimmering at the edges of the unknown,
a dawn waiting to be claimed.

But heed my words, for none may enter this new light without purity.
Cleanse your spirits, cast away the burdens of the past.
Listen closely to the voice, do you hear it?
The melody of a divine scream,
a hymn of creation, destruction, and renewal,
born from the very void that cradles the stars.

Time surges forward like an unrelenting tide,
and you, my chosen ones, hold but one sacred dream.
Guard it well, for it is fragile yet infinite,
woven from the threads of my will.

Now rise, faithful ones.
Embrace the call of the eternal path,
for at every crossroad,
I await you."