A month can pass in quiet self-neglect — pouring love outward, meeting your own needs last, treating yourself as the one person who can wait.
A tender rose, green-edged, copper beneath. It has the touch of petal and brushed velvet, the scent of rose and warm copper, and a faint taste of salt.
Month-long self-neglect can disguise itself as selflessness. It draws no one nearer and binds no one to you — it holds a soft turn back toward yourself, where you can be loved by you with the steadiness you give everyone else.
Keep it where the month's self-neglect has settled in.
Hold the warm center until you settle, and offer yourself one act of the love you've been spending only on others.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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