Rose warmed by amber.
A trace of pear or citrus at the edge.
Something soft at the base — sandalwood, skin, or clean musk.

Let it sit close.
Let it rise as you move.

Light moving through Air.
Breath as radiance.

Inhale slowly for four.
Hold for four.
Exhale for six.

Feel warmth expand from the center outward.

I do not chase brightness.
I generate it.

The light does not rush.

It gathers.

Soft gold rests against silk and skin.
A warmth that does not burn — it blooms.

She holds the rose at her center.
Not as ornament.
As origin.

Today is not for striving.

It is for standing gently inside your own glow.