Gemini

July 8th, 2026
Under the sign of the dagger
Age of Apotheosis

The solid ground on which we tread gave way to sacred waters that churned with gentle and magnificent energy. Gemini is a place of endless rivers flowing from mysterious source to enigmatic ocean and the million miles between those two points is a delta of infinite divisions like the veins of the Earth pressed to its surface. We watered between two currents: torrential rapids on our right foaming white and tasting of summer, a wide but gentle river on our left whose water was sweet and made us think of love. We filled our casks and labelled them according to mood.

Fragment: Mercury God: Preserved Illuminati's earliest records. I think I see him above that waterfall. Did he know what he was holding, and what he would create? I wish I could have met that younger man, just to see him and know what great promise looked like. How often do we re-read the first sentence of a story, wishing we could remember what it felt like to not know where the narrative was going? Or does hindsight make the knowledge sweeter?

Seal: I tighten as desire grows hungry. I am shown the limits of my wisdom; when starved desire takes hold of me, I do not tighten anything but loose control entirely.

If you listen closely, the rushing waters sing with the voice of the Monolith: What does the Eye refuse to see?

It blinks to clear confusion.
It winks to confer grace.
It lowers with derision.
Nothing it will not face.

We spent the night sampling flavors from all the springs we had found. I kept a jar hidden from the rest, filled with water that I found spraying from a fissure in solid rock. It was hot and hard and when I drank it I felt energy beyond composure. It made my blood hot. I keep the rage water close to me.

The caravan continues,

To Cancer!

Eternity