Some weeks hold a feeling you keep pushing back under, surfacing only at the edges of sleep.
Pale silver-blue, a violet dark beneath. It has the cool of still water and the faint scent of white flowers and night air.
A feeling pushed under all week keeps tugging from below. Nothing needs resolving here — it holds a quiet place to let what you've submerged surface gently, and be met before it's pushed under again.
Light
Keep it where the week's submerged feeling tugs at you.
Witcher
In the quiet, breathe slow, and let the pushed-under feeling rise just enough to be met.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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