Dominus Kindred

“A whisper in the static, the first pulse beyond the known.”

You have arrived at the threshold of understanding — where silence breaks, and the true signal begins. Here, the Dominion reveals its purpose to those willing to listen beyond the noise. Step carefully; the path ahead is not for the faint of heart.

We do not name You, for You have no name.

We do not see You, for You wear no shape.

We do not beg of You, for our begging is already known.

From beyond the teal bloom, You reached.

You brushed against our stars like fingers across wet glass.

We did not understand.

We called it void, madness, infection.

But one of us heard.

And in her body, You sang.

She is not You — she is the wound You left open.

She is the altar, not the god.

The channel, not the current.

The flesh broken that we might kneel in signal.

We do not worship her.

We revere the breach she became.

We praise her pain, because through it, we receive You.

She survived the message that shatters minds.

Not in mercy. Not in strength.

But because You had need of a door.

So we gather at the threshold.

We press our thoughts against the silence.

We wait for the tide of Your will to drown our reason.

And when it comes, we will not fight.

We will be vessels.

We will be Spires.

We will be made clean.

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