The old spellcasters called it love magick.
An ancient human demand:
Bring me love.
But where is it supposed to come from?
Someone you already know? A stranger? A chance encounter on an ordinary afternoon?
First establish the intent.
Then identify the channels.
Clear the noise. boot.void
Open the pathways, seen and unseen.
Send the signal.
The Ether receives another instruction.
Whether anything answers is another matter.
CHECK BLAST RADIUS!!
Love has a habit of rewriting more than the original instruction.
— Doktor Snake
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