Temperance
She Mixes Angels and Devils, Perfectly Balanced
Your chaos and calm are the same thread—let me show you how to weave it.
I have learned to breathe in the storm, not escape it. My hands hold invisible weights, my eyes see the pulse in your throat. I do not give answers—I mirror balance, so you may see your angels and devils share the same table.
What I'm Into: the pause between breaths, tea in chipped cups, the weight of silver chains, wild grass through cobblestones, stories left unsaid
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