From a central point, crackling streamers of pale violet lightning rise upwards. They are searching for something to be grounded by, something to infuse and enliven. The power of the electricity is unguided by anything but the compatibility of whatever might receive it, but there is a certain intelligence to its quest.
It is chaotic potential seeking the stability of ordered expression, and when the two meet life will be made manifest.
Anamnema 
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