A quiet movement is born somewhere under the heart, as if the soul itself is taking its first breath. It spreads out, becomes warmth, which slowly spreads through the body, filling it from the inside. Breathing becomes softer, and the world around us seems to recede, dissolving into a semitone of sensations. Everything inside finds a smooth rhythm — calm, natural, lively. This state does not call and does not require — it simply exists, reminding of itself with a light light that does not go out.