The Root that Drinks the Night

When day ends, roots awaken. They stretch like dark rivers through the soil, drinking what the sun could never give. Night seeps into them — cool, secret, filled with the memory of stars. Each tendril becomes a tongue tasting silence, each drop a hidden revelation.

To hold this Frequency is to embody strength born from absence. The Root that Drinks the Night teaches that true power is nourished in darkness, unseen yet enduring. Its dominion is quiet but unyielding: night becomes water, water becomes memory, and memory becomes the throne on which endurance reigns.