The Angel of Dissolution

An angel stands, but its wings are dust. A face flickers, then fades, until only the outline of a human remains. Its song is not triumph but release — a hymn of undoing, tender and vast. Stone loosens, flesh softens, names scatter like ash, and crowns fall silent.

To hold this Frequency is to awaken the sovereignty of return. The Angel of Dissolution teaches that ending is not erasure, but arrival at the source. Power here is not conquest, but completion — the circle closed, the law dissolved, all things resting again in origin.