![[wait.really_Rider-Waite_style_tarot_card_lying_on_a_rustic_wo_74ea1f83-4de1-4765-b780-5e8d0e056c46_2.png]] >[!info] _The candlelight bends as you reach the final [[The Book of the White Witch|page]], the words dissolving into reflection—your own face staring back through the ink. The voice returns, softer now, not separate but woven through your breath. “Stop looking for me,” it says. “I was never gone.” Now that [[The Witch Within]] has been [[Abracadabra|summoned]], she waits. You feel her folding into your chest, her calm spilling through your veins until you can no longer tell where she ends. The spell does not summon this time—it dissolves. And in the silence that follows, you understand: the only way to [[Disease|cure yourself]] is to disappear._ >``` High on a hill, you call Two lovers regret their time Once in a blue moon, I forget you And once in your life, you'll be mine > Do you see me? Do you see me now? I've been waiting for you, cryin' out Do you see me? Do you see me now? > Saw your face and mine In a picture by our bedside It was cold in the summertime We were happy just to be alive Can I vanish into you? Can I vanish into you? (Yah) > Into the night, we fly Sirens blow by our heads > Do you see me? Do you see me now? I've been waiting for you, cryin' out Do you see me? Do you see me now? > Saw your face and mine In a picture by our bedside It was cold in the summertime We were happy just to be alive Can I vanish into you? Can I vanish into you? > Saw your face and mine In a picture by, by, by, by my bedside It was cold in the summertime We were happy just to be alive Can I, I vanish into you? Can I vanish into you? (Can I? Can I?) Like a ghost, I, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, vanish into you Can I vanish into you? > > When I die, can I vanish into you? >```