Warmth slowly wakes up somewhere in my chest — not a flame, but a soft glow, as if an inner light comes to life out of silence. It spreads through the body, awakening the skin, breathing, every sensation. Everything around me seems to fade, and all that remains is a steady, deep rhythm. I feel like the space between inhaling and exhaling is filled with something elusive, alive. This state cannot be described in words — it just exists, like the morning light, which cannot be held, but can be lived.