I never asked to be understood.
I’m not here to be decoded, explained, or made easier to digest.
I don’t bend to make you comfortable.
The crystals around my neck? They carry stories that are mine, not yours. They vibrate with the echoes of ancestors, not algorithms.
You ask why?
Because you see mystery and feel discomfort. But not everything sacred needs to make sense to you.
My words aren’t breadcrumbs for the lost, they’re sparks for those already burning.
If you don’t get it, then move along.
This wasn’t crafted for your approval.
It was carved from silence, stitched with spirit, and offered to the sky.
I create for the heavens, who give me the breath, the fire, and the knowing to create.
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