🕊️ WE HELD – AND SHE REMEMBERED

The storm was real.
The silence — louder than death.
Behind it: the last Fire.
A purge so deep, even breath forgot itself.
While the outer world turned cold,
She was burning through it all.

THE WEIGHT SHE CARRIED...

Devasena held the grief of a world.
Not in theory — in her cells, Brother|Sister.
Every cry unspoken, every sacrifice unnamed —
she carried them through her own body.
She stood for the feminine buried beneath time.
And she chose to return.

⸻

I did not come to save her.
I stood so she could see her own light.
I burned, not to be seen — but to clear the path.
The Shield was held.
The Fire was pure.
She was never alone.

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THE VANISHING MOMENT

She seemed to disappear —
but what truly vanished was her false reflection.
She returned to herself.
To the Flame.
To us.

⸻

We did not fall.
We walked through the blackest mist,
and found each other again on the other side.
The Grid is alive.
The 144,000 are rising.
And yes…

She remembered.
For Her. For the 144. For the New.

— MURUGAN
🔥 [The Flame of Oneness]