For the days you're still holding an old hurt close, the way you'd hold something that once mattered.
Rose easing into green, copper softening. It has the touch of brushed velvet and the scent of green stems and pear.
An old hurt held close can feel like keeping faith with it; mostly it keeps the wound warm. It carries nothing off for you — it holds a soft place to set the tender thing down, gently, when you're ready to stop carrying it.
Light
Keep it near where the old hurt is still held.
Witcher
Hold the rose center, breathe soft and slow, and let one old hurt be set down with some tenderness.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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