Magic is the blood of the soul. Some people have magical iron deficiency, others have magic leukemia. There are different kinds of magic, different types.
Tears are the blood of the soul. When a soul bleeds, the person cries.
Tears are magic. Shed in sorrow, shed in pain, shed in grief, anger, hatred, sadness, fear, or in love, happiness, surprise, acceptation, hope.
Magic can be liquid. It falls to the ground, giving birth to flowers with unique properties. Bladepetal that gives strength and soothes pain grows from tears of warriors. Mementoia grows from the tears of mothers grieving their children. Aladus grows from tears of disbelief of being loved.
Magic can be solid. Dried tears turned to salt, they can make metal glossy and channeling pure emotion, unlocking abilities when attuned to the right feeling.
Magic can be gas. We can smell the world the way it was when we cried and remember things we have forgotten. Evaporated tears are in the air everywhere, carrying memories in them, and not everyone can feel the scent, not everyone can look into the past of others.
You can bleed your soul to death by crying so much it dies.
Magic is the blood of the soul. Blood of the soul is tears. Tears are magic.
And I haven't cried in a long, long time. And everyday, I wonder if my soul is dead.















