For the days you brush off care, your own and others', as if you didn't quite deserve the softness.
Rose deepening warm, a copper heart. It has the touch of brushed velvet and the scent of green stems and ripe pear.
Refusing care can feel like strength; mostly it just keeps you a little starved. It makes no one love you more — it holds a soft turn toward your own tenderness, where you can let yourself be cared for, starting with you.
Light
Keep it where you brush care aside.
Witcher
Hold the rose center, breathe soft and slow, and let yourself receive one bit of tenderness without deflecting it.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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