For the days you've been white-knuckling something so long your hand's forgotten how to open.
Crimson loosening from a tight red, black-edged. It has the heat just off a flame and the dry scent of struck flint.
A clenched fist can feel like strength; mostly it just locks the hand. It pries nothing loose for you — it holds a warm place where the fist can open on its own, and the grip can ease without being forced.
Light
Keep it where your grip stays clenched.
Witcher
Set your eyes on the center, breathe down once, and let one clenched hand open, slow, on its own.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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