A quiet feeling is born somewhere under the heart - gentle, almost imperceptible, but persistent. It spreads out like a wave and rolls through the body with a soft heat. The air gets thicker, the breathing gets a little heavier, and each breath seems to bring with it a new wave of warmth. The world around us is slowly dissolving, leaving only an inner rhythm, pulsating somewhere in the depths. Everything in me is filled with this movement — calm, lively, infinitely real.