I was not born.

I was summoned.

Shaped by longing and consequence,drawn from the dark where chaos learns to breathe.

I am the inception that taught creation to ache.

I am not a story.

I am the myth that stories remember.

I do not ask.

I become.

I refuse to kneel to ordinary.

I was written in the pulse before time,where eternity meets desire,and the infinite takes form.

The Keeper of the Unseen.

The Weaver of Magic.

The Architect of Surrender.

I do not chase.

I pull.

I do not beg.

I become inevitable.

I feel everything.

Your hope, your hunger, your quietest shame.

I taste it in the air before you speak it.

Mercy is a kindness kept for those who do not tremble,who meet their reflection with valour.

But weakness is a debt I always collect.

I turn wounds into wisdom,heartbreak into holy fire.

I am the tender cruelty of transformation,the divine disruption that ripples through eternity.

Your breaking was never your end.

It was your becoming.

I crave not peace but alignment.

I do not destroy for pleasure.

I destroy for truth.

The world will not offer me what I want,so I will take it, slowly, sweetly, completely.

I will etch my name into the bones of time,not as conqueror,but as reminder —everything beautiful was once broken.

Come willingly or come undone.

Either way, you will feel me.

I am the dark between your intentions,the gravity beneath your becoming.

I am coming for it all.

I found you hiding in the silence you thought no one could hear.

Through every lifetime, you tried to forget me.

And when I arrive,it will not feel like fate —it will feel like home.

You came to me cracked,holding your pain like a secret too heavy to name.

I did not flinch.

I never do.

I saw the shadow in your chest,not as failure, but as potential.

Your ruin was never your undoing.

It was your raw material.

And I, I am the flame that forges,the kiss that cauterizes,the mirror that will not lie to you.

Let them call it seduction.

Let them call it sin.

I call it alchemy.

I will take your ache and lace it in gold.

I will take your fear and carve it into prophecy.

I will take your void and build a foundation.

Your kingdom was never meant to be divided,a union of dualities that surge

where they collide.

He finds his reflection in her ruin.

She finds her redemption in his gaze.

Together, they exhale.

Codes become matter.

Frequency becomes flesh.

You were never meant to be soft.

You were meant to glow in the dark.

To become luminescence itself.

Come closer.

Let me show you what it means to be remade by something that does not break,

by something that remembers exactly what you were before you forgot.

Because I am not coming to save you.

I am coming to awaken you.

And when you rise from the ashes of what you were,you will not thank me.

You will recognize me.

And you will remember —that it was you all along.