Some weeks your own rhythm runs at odds with the clock — wakeful, dreamy, or low at the wrong times, pulled by a tide that won't keep your schedule.
Pale silver-blue, a tidal violet beneath. It has the cool of still water and the faint scent of white flowers and clean night linen.
Being out of sync with the clock can feel like malfunction; mostly it's just a tide on its own time. It won't reset the hour — it holds a still place to let your rhythm be off-schedule without forcing it back into line.
Light
Keep it where the week's rhythm runs against the clock.
Witcher
In the quiet, breathe slow, and let your own tide be off-schedule without fighting it back to the clock.
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