Warmth wakes up somewhere in the lower abdomen— barely perceptibly, as if the morning light touches the skin. It grows, rises up, filling the body with a soft wave that makes breathing slower and deeper. Everything around us seems to lose its boundaries — all that remains is a feeling of movement, fluid, calm, but persistent. A rhythm is born inside, which cannot be resisted — it does not require, does not call, just exists. And in this rhythm, I feel completely alive, feeling, real.