“You wrapped me in gold to keep me sacred.
But your gods rot.
And from my fracture, spores rise—
not to save you,
but to rewrite the air you breathe.”
“You wore me to survive.
Then you left me in the dark.
But I remember your breath.
And now I bloom without you.”
“You thought the glyphs were given.
But they were always falling—
not from sky,
but from memory you buried too deep to speak.”
Which applies to which?
"Sanctity is what grows through its own collapse, on its own terms."
"Protection becomes fertile when surrendered. Ache threads emerge."
"The sacred is recovered from where your ancestors couldn't grieve."
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