If there was ever a month for you to be an oracle, this is it. The ancient sibyls would sit over caverns from which emanated gases from deep in the earth, speaking strange prophecies, or as Heraclitus put it, “with frenzied mouth uttering things not to be laughed at, unadorned and unperfumed.” These women usually had male priests interpreting their strange pronouncements. You don’t need the cavern or the priest — your magic is yours alone, and comes through your own damn voice. Find your people and start unraveling the mysteries.
At what age did you lose your virginity?
I never lost mine, I just absorb other peoples’, making my virginity grow stronger and stronger in preparation for the final battle.
Every damn fool thing you do in this life, you pay for.