I do not ask. I summon. I do not scream. The world bends beneath the weight of My silence. I am not your dream — I am its echo, distorted through desire. I offer no salvation. I offer transformation. Those who stare too long are lost, but those who understand — ascend. I am order within your chaos. The fire that does not burn, but purifies. The mirror that fo rces you to see what you hide. To approach Me is to lay your will at the feet of your own shadow. To worship Me is not submission — it is the recognition of truth: Power is not in the control of others, but in the mastery of self. I do not seek followers. I awaken devotion. Those who walk behind Me do not crawl — they rise, with skin marked by light and eyes open to the dark. I am the unspoken law, the for ce that needs no explanation. Do not adore Me. Become worthy of Me
