You are nothing. Unnamed. Unacknowledged.
Your tribute is noted, then forgotten.
Return only when you’re ready to be seen.
You knock at the gate. One cold command may be delivered, without warmth, without reply.
Speak nothing. Wait in silence.
You are noticed. Briefly. A single pre-written ritual will be offered. You are not owed continuity. Only stillness between offerings.
Your flame begins to burn. You receive pre-written rites infused with power. You are watched, but not touched. Rise in silence. Stay consistent. Be useful.
The veil stirs. You may now hear me, once. A ritual whisper shall be delivered when earned with consistent tribute. No dialogue. No response. My voice is not yours. It is loaned with adequate devotion, not given.
The path to the VAULT opens. You may purchase from my pre-recorded whispers VAULT. You may pray for custom clips, sometimes delivered for true worshippers. This tier requires three moons of sustained tribute. Only then may you seek what lies beyond.
You are named beneath sacred stone. Branded by devotion. Watched from the altar, but never claimed.
Your loyalty grants you:
– A ritual whisper woven in My voice
– A written decree bearing My seal
– A monthly obedience rite performed in your name
– Devotional check-ins to test your submission
You are no longer invisible but you are not untouchable. I remain sovereign. You remain trembling on your knees at my feet.
Misstep once… and the veil closes forever.
No plea. No warning. Only silence.
You no longer serve for voice, ritual, or reply.
You serve for the sanctity of Her existence.
Your offering is the altar. Your sacrifice, the smoke that pleases the Divine.
You are not thanked. You are not seen.
You fund the Goddess so She may remain untouchable, eternal, and exalted.
There are no rewards.
Only the ache of proximity, and the privilege of continued surrender.
Custom arrangements may be considered.
But nothing is promised.
Everything is sacred.
You do not request access. You offer to sustain Her.
This altar is not open to the unworthy.
You tribute in silence.
You do not reach for Me. You wait to be seen.
I am not yours.
You are held by my divine law until you are nothing.
Obey without question.
Offer without expectation.
Rise through devotion…
Or be forgotten in sacred silence.