Some months go to a quiet, steady turning-against-yourself, until rejecting your own company starts to feel like clear sight.
A soft, low rose with a green shade and 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-rejection wears the kindest part of you thin. Nothing here needs earning or improving — it holds a deep, soft place to meet the self you've turned from, with the steady care you'd give someone you refuse to give up on.
Keep it where the month's self-rejection runs deep.
Hold the warm center until you settle, and meet the rejected self with one breath of unconditional care.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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