A week can pass ignoring a quiet pull you keep meaning to listen to, surfacing only at the day's dark edges.
Pale silver and blue-white, a violet hush. It has the cool of still water and the faint scent of white flowers and night air.
An ignored inner pull doesn't fade; it just waits at the quiet edges. It foretells nothing — it holds a still place, across the week, to finally listen to the pull you keep meaning to hear.
Light
Keep it where the week's quiet pull keeps getting ignored.
Witcher
In the quiet, breathe slow, and listen once to the pull you've been meaning to hear all week.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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