The ritual is still being written.Come back. It may call your name next time.

This temple is still unfolding.Each silence, each offering, still finding its place.You are witnessing its birth.

Not done. Never perfect. Always becoming.

Poetic Pieces Born from Pain, Longing & Love

This body is not an apology.Only a memory still learning to be held.

If I walk away now,Will you follow or forget?

You looked too long.Now you carry a piece of me.

This temple is not complete.But neither are you.Stay with me. We’ll keep building.

Still sacred.Even now.

The ritual doesn’t end here.
Follow the path and meet me deeper.

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This is not a candle. It is a prayer you can hold.

Take This Offering

Ink and pain, bound together. For the ones who feel too much.

Take This Fragment

Rake the silence. Arrange your ache.

Shape the Stillness

If you’re still here,you’re ready.

Enter the Offering Room

You are sacred, just by being here.

If you felt something,
follow the thread.

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