Yesod

Foundation. The bedrock beneath existence. The fertile soil, impregnated by moonlight.
Light dances atop the earth. Where it touches, cinder-soft turf is upturned and exposes this planet to the Sephirot. At midnight a precious conversation takes place between Malkuth and Yesod under the gaze of a hooded moon and we are the words. Our story continues to scrawl itself across the world, forever.
-a creation myth

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Art by Peter Mohrbacher

Art and writing by Eli Minaya