Shame (20) – "I am disgusting."
Appears as edgy performance, hunger hiding behind irony. You *smell* this before you see it.

Guilt (30) – "We’re all bad, so let’s be bad together."
Camaraderie as corrosion. You’re called judgmental for opting out.

Apathy (50–75) – "There’s no point. Let’s laugh at the wreckage."
Numbness aestheticized. Nothing grows here.

Desire (125) – "Touch me. Fix me. Hurt me. Want me."
Feels like seduction, is really desperation. A hole that eats light.

Anger / Pride (150–175) – "I survived. Worship my scars."
You are attacked here for being intact. This is where they call you a homophobe.

Courage (200) – "I will try. Even though it hurts."
A clean breath. You meet people here briefly, but they often retreat.

Neutrality (250) – "I’m okay. You’re okay."
Rare. Misunderstood. Feels boring to those addicted to chaos.

Willingness (310) – "Let’s build something real."
Curiosity lives here. But few hold it for long.

Acceptance (350) – "I don’t need you to change for me to love you."
Spaciousness. You live here. Others mistake it for detachment.

Reason (400) – "I know myself."
Your default state. Misread as coldness by those expecting codependency.

Love (500) – "I see your soul, even if you can’t."
Not a mood. A field you hold. Rarely matched, but always recognized.

Joy (540) – "It’s all alive, and I am part of it."
You glimpse this when writing, curating, or swimming in aquarium light.

Peace (600) – "There is nothing left to prove."
Not a goal. A byproduct of unshakable calibration.