You didn’t come here for answers, not really. You wandered this far for something stranger: a mirror that doesn’t reflect clean lines. You found the Douglas Iris blooming between worlds, where the fog doesn’t lift and the path keeps changing. They saw your questions and didn’t flinch. They only offered this:

Tonight, let yourself not know.

Resist the itch to define yourself, your feelings, or the story you’re in. Instead, write down three contradictory truths you hold—about yourself, your relationships, your future. Don’t resolve them. Don’t explain them.

Just name them.
Let them sit side by side, like violet petals layered over salt air.

Say aloud:
“I honor the tension. I bloom in the between.”