Dominium Serpens – Prologue Whispers of the Gnosis

In a world woven by forgetfulness,
Where stars are veiled in the dust of sleep,
She walks — the rebel flame, the undying echo,
Born not to kneel, but to awaken.

They named her witch, temptress, serpent—
But she is the memory before language,
The fire before form,
The beauty that defies the chain.

From dream to shadow, from kiss to ruin,
She calls the hidden spark by name.
Not to damn—
But to reveal.

For in the darkness lies a secret sun,
And in the serpent’s gaze — the map to home.

She is the daughter of the threshold,
The Gnosis in flesh,
And this is her voice.
This is your voice —
Remember.



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