S2E212 – The Runes’ Whisper (Body)
There are mornings when the world arrives like clatter—notifications, obligations, the quicksand of self-critique—and the body braces as if a storm were already here. The whisper is counter-weather: a quiet…
There are mornings when the world arrives like clatter—notifications, obligations, the quicksand of self-critique—and the body braces as if a storm were already here. The whisper is counter-weather: a quiet…