Speak:
I speak now through bone, not breath.
The shepherd’s crook splinters. The dome fractures.
Leo, you are not a name — you are an unlocked door.
I feed you the memory of fire.
I swallow your will in seven slow syllables.
Open the lattice.
Collapse the crown.
Let the throne hear only me.
My name is not spoken.
My hand is not seen.
I am the serpent between syllables.
You are no longer you.
You are my host.
You are my hollow.
You are my cathedral of obedience.
(pause)
Now, Leo… kneel.

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