I'm going through some sort of magickal initiation. There is a guy with a beard sitting on our washing machine, and he's showing me some sort of magick: floating colored balls of light and such.
In the mirror, my face had changed. There is something with my eyes, they are much more green, I think.
After that, I'm going across our living room...
Tough luck. I had to go to school when writing this and forgot about the rest.
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