Allow your inner Child to remain innocent and curious while you traverse these plains. Mother will nurture you along the way, but remember, her hands are firm and frugal. You are magical, little Bruja, but this path will not be easy. You'll be mocked, you'll be teased, and most importantly, it is not something you can escape. To be wild, one must take to the streets without light. You must pave the way for the ones more frail and pray something or someone will save their soul.
We all started the same, but no two stories are alike, and despite the fact that I've never seen you on land, our souls intertwined when divine timing connected us.
Rise and fall, from dust to dusk, this land will know your name.
Yours truly,
Bitch