The Molt of the Serpent

A hiss, a crack, and the serpent slides free. Scales fall like ash, remnants of a self no longer alive. Fire burns here not to destroy, but to strip — to demand renewal. What once protected becomes dust, and from it emerges a body gleaming brighter, reborn in shedding.

To hold this Frequency is to embrace the sovereignty of rupture. The Molt of the Serpent teaches that transformation is not choice but law: abandon or perish. Power lies in release, in leaving behind what cannot grow. Change is the only fire that endures.