For the days you're neither who you were nor who you're becoming, and the in-between has you turned around.
Yellow to blue-green, an oil-sheen at the seam. It sounds like a page turning and tastes faintly of mint.
The in-between can feel like being lost when it's just being underway. It carries you nowhere — it holds a clear line through the crossing, so the disorientation can settle into simply being on the way.
Light
Keep it where the in-between has you turned around.
Witcher
Trace the inner mark, breathe slow, and let being between be enough without needing to have arrived.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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