🌒 The First Spell

Magic begins with observation—
not the seeing of eyes,
but the listening of light.

To notice is to awaken
the sleeping truth within all things.
A leaf trembles,
and the sky remembers itself.

The old ones knew:
to witness is to weave.
Each gaze threads the unseen
into form once more.

Look softly.
Let your wonder touch what it finds.
Even the smallest flicker
will answer back in stars.