A month can be spent holding a deep grief close, afraid that loosening your hold on it means losing the thing you grieve all over again.
Soft rose loosening toward green, copper beneath. It has the touch of petal and brushed velvet, the scent of rose and warm copper, and a faint taste of salt.
Holding grief tight can feel like loyalty to what's gone; mostly it keeps the wound open. It takes nothing from you — it holds a soft place to set the grief down, and find the love in it stays even as the grip eases.
Light
Keep it where the month's deep grief is still held tight.
Witcher
Hold the warm center until you settle, and let the grief ease in your hands, trusting the love in it remains.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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