A week of dreams can keep stirring an old tenderness, a longing you thought had settled, surfacing each time you sleep.
Soft rose and green, copper at the tide-line. It has the touch of petal and the scent of rose and cool night air.
Dreams stirring an old longing all week can feel like being pulled backward; mostly it's just the tide of feeling moving. It reads no dreams — it holds a soft place to let the tender tide come in and go out, without damming it.
Light
Keep it where the week's dreams stir old feeling.
Witcher
Hold the warm center, breathe soft and even, and let the week's tender tide move through without holding it back.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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