Guardians Call
Hail, Guardian of the Watchtower of the East! I call you From gentle winds scented with the promise of spring. Come, share with me your boundless wisdom. I invite you to guide and guard my circle. Blessed Be.
Hail, Guardian of the Watchtower of the South! I call you From the brilliant fires of transformation. Come, let me behold your passionate creation. I invite you to guide and guard my circle. Blessed Be.
Hail, Guardian of the Watchtower of the West! I call you From the azure depths and rippling pool. Come, let me drink from your well of love. I invite you to guide and guard my circle. Blessed Be.
Hail, Guardian of the Watchtower of the North! I call you From snow-topped mountains and dark fertile fields. Come, touch me with your enduring patience. I invite you to guide and guard my circle. Blessed Be.
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