A week can run thick with self-criticism, until the one being judged starts to feel like the only one you are.
Muted rose and green over copper. It has the touch of petal and the scent of warm copper.
Self-criticism can pass for honesty while it just wears you down. Nothing here needs improving — it holds a softer place to meet the self you've been hard on, with some of the care you'd give a friend.
Light
Keep it where the week's self-criticism runs deepest.
Witcher
Hold the warm center, breathe soft and even, and meet the criticised self with one kind breath.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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