A month can pass feeling estranged from yourself, a stranger in your own quiet, no longer good company for the person you are.
Silver gone soft, a deep gentle violet. It has the cool of deep water, the scent of white flowers and night air, and a faint taste of salt.
A month estranged from yourself can feel permanent. It calls no one to your side — it holds a deep, gentle turn back toward your own company, where being with yourself can soften from estrangement into something more like home.
Light
Keep it where the month's self-estrangement runs deep.
Witcher
In the quiet, breathe slow and deep, and sit with yourself the way you'd sit with someone you'd missed.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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