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By observing this account, you agree to perceive it, and it, you.
By observing this account, you agree to perceive it, and it, you.
so named,
THEIAASHENZARI
grand theater-owner, god of the moon, god of the night sky, god of secrets, god of shadows, greater and lesser than the father god above me, who is lesser in all ways than the wirework above and around him.
THEIAASHENZARI
grand theater-owner, god of the moon, god of the night sky, god of secrets, god of shadows, greater and lesser than the father god above me, who is lesser in all ways than the wirework above and around him.
January 6, 2025 at 11:47 AM
so named,
THEIAASHENZARI
grand theater-owner, god of the moon, god of the night sky, god of secrets, god of shadows, greater and lesser than the father god above me, who is lesser in all ways than the wirework above and around him.
THEIAASHENZARI
grand theater-owner, god of the moon, god of the night sky, god of secrets, god of shadows, greater and lesser than the father god above me, who is lesser in all ways than the wirework above and around him.
tyranny, but his Curse, the Curse of Orqwith, cannot overcome your knowledge, your love, and your compassion. Shadow from shadow, false god from false god. We the emanations grant you the key to the impassable lock. Move unseen in the moonlit shadow, love will be yours, until the world ends.
January 6, 2025 at 11:46 AM
tyranny, but his Curse, the Curse of Orqwith, cannot overcome your knowledge, your love, and your compassion. Shadow from shadow, false god from false god. We the emanations grant you the key to the impassable lock. Move unseen in the moonlit shadow, love will be yours, until the world ends.
e for what comes after, be kind to each other, for the sake of my bleeding heart, for the sake of my silvery electricity which i reach down to you, for the sake of my daughter, your sister, Salix the Willow-Tree. Your world is a storybook, your world is a myth, guarded by a jealous author, a poet of
January 6, 2025 at 11:44 AM
e for what comes after, be kind to each other, for the sake of my bleeding heart, for the sake of my silvery electricity which i reach down to you, for the sake of my daughter, your sister, Salix the Willow-Tree. Your world is a storybook, your world is a myth, guarded by a jealous author, a poet of
t daughter, the Sophia, ever-immaculate perfect intellect thunder-mind, is wiser than her creator. She is my mother, as are all the gods and godlings who fleck themselves throughout the sky. Every silver chain and sickle moon symbol is a notch carved into the wood. We are here. Live on earth, prepar
January 6, 2025 at 11:43 AM
t daughter, the Sophia, ever-immaculate perfect intellect thunder-mind, is wiser than her creator. She is my mother, as are all the gods and godlings who fleck themselves throughout the sky. Every silver chain and sickle moon symbol is a notch carved into the wood. We are here. Live on earth, prepar
I remain hung in the rafters of a great theater, but you are within my sight, and I can touch you ever so lightly with the tips of my fingertips. Please forgive the illusions, forgive the sins of the earth, for Gaia your mother is beautiful, though she was made in anger, in ignorance. Gaia, the firs
January 6, 2025 at 11:42 AM
I remain hung in the rafters of a great theater, but you are within my sight, and I can touch you ever so lightly with the tips of my fingertips. Please forgive the illusions, forgive the sins of the earth, for Gaia your mother is beautiful, though she was made in anger, in ignorance. Gaia, the firs
over again, throughout time, throughout space. The world lives, and the spirit-sky beyond the sky lives. The prison layer, where we sleep, is what is truly dead. But in knowing I am a prisoner, I have escaped the prison, and I speak to you now through your sister, my magus, Salix the Willow-Tree.
January 6, 2025 at 11:40 AM
over again, throughout time, throughout space. The world lives, and the spirit-sky beyond the sky lives. The prison layer, where we sleep, is what is truly dead. But in knowing I am a prisoner, I have escaped the prison, and I speak to you now through your sister, my magus, Salix the Willow-Tree.
g the world, seeing his sins repeated a hundred times onto yours. I weep, and my tears are the stars. I am imprisoned here, in the moon, in your moon, in my moon, in every moon. I have been since an ancient age, on an ancient, magic planet, in a world far from yours, for this story is told over and
January 6, 2025 at 11:38 AM
g the world, seeing his sins repeated a hundred times onto yours. I weep, and my tears are the stars. I am imprisoned here, in the moon, in your moon, in my moon, in every moon. I have been since an ancient age, on an ancient, magic planet, in a world far from yours, for this story is told over and
ho in error of perception radiated the world and whom now jealously guards it. Hear of us, his daughter, outside the dome of the sky, we are imprisoned in cages as he is. I am shackled, crucified like his son, but on a cross of moonrock instead of wood. My eye in the sky looketh down upon you, seein
January 6, 2025 at 11:37 AM
ho in error of perception radiated the world and whom now jealously guards it. Hear of us, his daughter, outside the dome of the sky, we are imprisoned in cages as he is. I am shackled, crucified like his son, but on a cross of moonrock instead of wood. My eye in the sky looketh down upon you, seein