For the mornings a tender dream lingers, sweet and a little sad, stirring something you can't quite carry into the day.
Rose into green, a dreaming copper. It has the touch of brushed velvet and the scent of green stems and night-cool air.
A tender dream can leave you aching for something half-remembered; mostly it just won't follow you up. It tells you no dreams — it holds a soft place to hold what the dream stirred, gently, as it fades.
Light
Keep it where a sweet dream leaves an ache.
Witcher
Hold the rose center, breathe soft and slow, and let the dream's tenderness be held as it quietly fades.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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