Somewhere deep inside, a soft, trembling warmth flares up — as if a thin line of light passes through the body, barely touching the inside. It grows, it is filled with strength, and in every movement there is a gentle malleability that makes breathing warmer and heavier. The space around me seems to soften, dissolve, leaving me alone with this feeling, which unfolds slowly, beautifully, as if it knows its rhythm better than me. A slight vibration appears in the chest, slightly sweet, slightly spicy, and it stretches upward, intertwining with each breath. Everything in me comes to life quietly, so that even the silence begins to sound.