Among Shinjuku's towers you can go unseen, and this borrows that — a place to meet the part of yourself the city never gets to see.
Dark red held quiet, not yet flared, rimmed in black. It tastes of iron and a sharp bite of pepper.
Some parts of you only surface when no one's watching. It mends nothing and exposes nothing — it holds an anonymous quiet where the unshown part can be met on its own terms.
Light
Keep it close when you need to be unseen for a while.
Witcher
In the quiet, breathe slow, and let the part you keep hidden be present without performing it.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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