Let the deepest tide carry you under.
There are rare, deep nights when you can let the whole dreaming tide take you — down past the restless hour, into a dark too deep to fight or hold.
Silver dimmed to the deep of sleep, a vast violet beneath, the colour of the sea where no light reaches. It has the cold of the deepest water, the scent of night air and white flowers, and the faint, clean taste of salt.
The deepest tide can feel like something to brace against, a letting-go too complete to trust. It reads no dreams and steers nothing — it holds the deepest tide, where you can stop fighting the pull and let the dreaming dark carry you under.
Keep it for the rare, deep night you can let the tide take you fully.
Let the body go completely still, breathe slow and deep, and let the deepest tide carry you under without holding to the shore.
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