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Wow . It has been .. a WHILE. I deeply apologize for my sudden disappearance. Seeing all the asks having piled up in my inbox gives me the greatest pang of regret. If I had kept this up instead of losing myself, my abilities may still be as pristine as they were.

Anywho. The point of this isn’t self-pity. I’d like to try and reconnect to what I made myself, but this blog has become too messy for my liking, and as fun as the Plague Doctor Persona I gave myself was, I’d like to re-establish myself and my work as Me.

Prophecy work won’t be immediate, but I can trust I’ll be giving it a try soon enough.

What a beautiful turn of events !

I will gladly take this offering and enjoy the recipes it holds, thank you my dear patient!

As for breakfast, I'm quite the normie as I usually just enjoy waffles and a nice glass of chocolate milk.

Maybe make some crepes! Homemade and full of love, maybe top it off with some nutella and banana slices... you can make them a smoothie as well! I love strawberry banna smoothies (though I usually get mine from dairy queen). If you can't make that then I'm sure whatever else you'll make them will make them happy!

Along with this delicious meal, I also perscribe you 6 leeches, each to heal ever sense.

This is definitely amongst the trickier things.

To ask the ancestors and spirits must be something done by yourself, I'm sorry if that's not the answer you wanted but it's something mandatory I say. If you lose that unique connection to them, you will lose a bright light to help you walk a bright path.

I do have some pieces of your present and future to prescribe, which I feel will give you some help and clear your sight.

You're holding on to things that in turn are holding you down, carrying things and people that are able to carry themselves just fine. To give help to those who don't need it is something about you I admire, seeing as it's something I struggle with myself. Let your peers walk with their own legs, and let them lift you up when you've beaten yourself down.

Take a single leech. You won't need it to take away your pain, but its presence will hold a peace of myself which is forever cheering you on.

My first customers to my new office, welcome!

I see you seem to be stuck within two ledges, which is awful for your health in itself, but the journey out will also leave you wounded. You will need to heave heavy weights to crawl from the grave, and the journey will be in no way graceful. There is light ahead, but to reach it costs bloodshed.

I give you my courage, though it has admittedly been beaten down from years of misuse, but it still has some kick in it to hopefully help your journey. Take my strenght as well, it has gotten me through the same torments you face. We are not too different, that's something I know for sure.

I don't have a name I'd like to make public, so feel free to refer to me as "Doctor".

While offering complimentary leeches along with other items, I'm also here to prescribe prophecies to those who wish to recieve.

Don't worry about medical bills, as the only thing you'll need to give is an offering of any shape or size. Whether it be an object or a memory, I take whatever, I'm not very picky.

Hope you feel at home.

I will care for your protector as much as they cared for you, thank you.

Cling to the clouds and feel the mist between your fingers, keep to the blue hues of the sky and paint it pink when dawn comes. Walk along the constellations and sit against sun break. Keep your heels against the heavens and watch when the moon rises.

Thank you for such gentle gifts, they bring me waves of serenity and the warm blanket of nostalgia.

Keep your throat clear, soothe your lips and throat with the gifts for the golden cup. Drink your worries with tea and honey and keep your glass full. Speak your mind with a gentle voice, and a body of shimmering suns.

The flame feels, warm, too a generous extent. It'll bring you what you need in times you don't expect, but will have the ability to burn down what you built if left unkept. There is this beautiful mystery to the way it licks the air around it, fluttering against whatever surface you so choose to hold it on. Love this flame endlessly, but only feed it what it needs. When the fire erupts, it can never be tamed.

Hm, this is a different request, but it still brings a shiver up my spine and whispers from beyond.

I see soil, untouched, coated by mist among the roots. The resident there has slumbered through the decades, collecting moss along their skin and settling deep into the earth. Skin and bones made of ethereal being, but made of something hidden within history. It breaths, and so does the world around them.

Thank you Anat, these offerings bring their own uniqueness, and within them their own glory.

Strike the sky and bring the glass to shambles. Bathe in the broken stars and the ravage you create. What destruction others see is art by your hands. Their doubt is poison.

I hope you're doing well also! Thank you for dropping by and giving such a beautiful offering.

It shines brighter than the stars, falling faster than the wind, but landing as graceful as the moonlight. Seek the light amongst the sky and follow the path it paves you; beware the clouds that trample.

Memories are lovely offerings! Anything you have to offer I am more than willing to take, that will forever be my policy.

The mountains stand tall, taller than the skies. The heavens have seen their peaks and the earth has seen it's roots. Climb past the stone and over the ledges, see clearly to wait awaits on the other side.

Hello! So sorry if this is extremely late. I've been on and off and it seems that my inbox hasn't been showing me everything.

Your offerings are greatly appreciated and seem rather appropriate in this current time.

The lake stills as the moon rises. The water is clear when unbothered. Watching your step and clean your shoes; be wary of tainting the lake.

You can't help but be aware of its absurdity, knowing that you're in your own home, in a palace of promising safety; or so what we're led to believe.

It's nothing but metal and bricks, man-made materials to keep in the owner and out the man. Breakable materials, kept to secure the breakable being.

Your pain shows in these offerings. Holding them feels as if holding the years of mistreatment in my nimble fingers.

No images have been gifted to me. My vision shows no obscured message left for me to deliver and you to untwine. The answer is simple, and the answer is yes.

You've lived through hardships and have shown your strenght. If you feel as if you're at the edge, know that you are unstoppable, and the world holds no obstacle you cannot overcome.

Live, and life will be worth living.