Water doesn’t just cleanse.
It remembers.
It holds stories. It shifts states. It shapes stone.
And when it touches the body—your body—it begins a quiet alchemy.

It softens.
It soothes.
It returns you.

The salt of your tears. The blood that flows. The womb that carries oceans inside it.
You are water, too.
Made of tides and waves and still, sacred wells.