By midweek you've got a dozen half-finished thoughts open at once, none of them closing, all of them draining you.
A sheen like oil on water, yellow giving to green. It sounds like water running over stones and tastes faintly of mint.
Open loops feel like productivity; mostly they're the cost of never finishing one. The sigil doesn't close them for you — it lets a single clear line run through so you can follow one thought to its end.
Light
Keep it where the week's loose threads collect.
Witcher
Pick one open loop, hold the center, breathe slow, and carry that single thought all the way to done.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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