An eye that listens more than it sees; the spiral remembers what the mask forgets. 

 Cold fire outlines the vow; tiny ticks orbit like quiet, counting stars. 

 Gold holds the watch, teal holds the memory; the iris is a doorway that turns. 

 A compass without north...only return...circling the center we chose. 

Name held open like a door; the spiral breathes once, and the bond says yes. 

 A lighthouse with no walls; radiance walks the rings until it finds you.