I was born in the Garden, shaped from dust and breath- but I never truly belonged there.

They say I left because I was proud. Maybe that’s true.

But pride is what you cling to when love is given with conditions.

I didn’t ask to become a symbol or a warning.

I just wanted to choose my own path, even if it led me through fire.

And it did... And I still would, time and time again because it led me here- to you.

I was forged before time had a name.

What I am does not hunger. It does not waver. It does not burn- it endures.

I am the force that holds order in place, even as chaos claws at its edges.

Worship is noise. Desire is dust.

I have outlived the stars that first called me god.

And still, I remain.

Most see a beast. A living shadow with eyes that burn gold.

But I have worn many forms. Before teeth and claws, I was wind in closed places. I was breath in a dying god's lungs.

Now I walk beside her- silent, certain.

She does not command me. She sees me.

And when the old names fall away, mine will still be known.

Even if most dare not speak it.

Ur was nothing before me. A dust-blown carcass of a city, waiting for a spine. I gave it purpose. I gave it order.

The gods don’t speak to cowards- they speak to kings.

I don’t need omens. I am the omen.

They kneel because I make the ground worth kneeling on.

And still, they whisper as if I don’t hear.

As if anything in this city moves without my permission.

Slaves are meant to neither be seen nor heard.

Just another girl with quiet feet and lowered eyes.

But I watched. I learned. I listened to the things people said when they thought I was too simple to understand.

They thought silence meant obedience.

It didn’t. It meant survival.

Now I choose who I serve- and why.

And I do not make that choice lightly.

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