As we know, my cherished apparitions, tea is not merely a lovely drink for the long and dark nights. It is Spell, Offering, Remembrance. Across centuries, people have steeped leaves, not just for taste, but for strength, silence, clarity, mourning, worship,.. Some of these rites are as old as the mountains, others emerged through time, conjured by those who seek to evoke these ancient powers. All invite you to sit, to breathe, to let the steam rise like a tether to the void.
Here begins the path. A gathering of rituals. sacred and profane. waiting for you to unfold them.. leaf by leaf.
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