Any sufficiently advanced magic is indistinguishable from technology.

Little children snuggle under soft black stars

And if you look into their eyes soft black stars

Deliver them from the book and the letter and the word

And let them read the silence bathed in soft black stars

Let them trace the raindrops under soft black stars

Let them follow whispers and scare away the night

Let them kiss the featherbreath of soft black stars

And let them ride their horses licked by the wind and the snow

And tip-toe into twilight where we all one day will go

Caressed with tendrils and with no fear at all

Their faces shining river gold washed with soft black stars

And angels’ wings shall soothe their cares

And all the birds shall sing at dawn

Blessed and wet with joy

You and I will meet one day

Under a nightsky lit by soft black stars

The Four of Disks

“In the Suns we remember; in the Planets we forget.” Eliphas Levi

L'homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers.

— Charles Baudelaire