There is one decision you have walked around for weeks now, and the walking-around has quietly become the heaviest thing you carry.
Deep red, the heat banked low and held, edged hard in black. It has the weight of warm steel in the hand, the dry scent of hot metal, the taste of iron at the back of the tongue.
Avoidance calls itself waiting for the right time; the right time was the thing avoided. The sigil doesn't make it easy — it banks a steady heat under the choice, so you can face the one hard thing clearly and move.
Set it where the avoided thing keeps surfacing, and let it hold steady there.
Sit with the center until your breathing slows, name the decision plainly, and take the first concrete step before the month turns.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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