A recovered recording I have been sitting on: an old seer scrying a golden bull in a black mirror by candlelight, waiting for the god to appear. It never does. What appears in the glass is his own face — because the eighth angel is not written anywhere, it is a mirror, and the mirror shows the perceiver as the author of all experience. As above, so below. Watch his eyes at the end. It was never the bull. It was whoever is watching. It is you.
she gave away the ending. rose. ROSE. we needed that for the ritual.
"it was you" and then she just. ends the video. i have been staring at my phone for an hour