27/02/2026
She who wears the serpent remembers.
I call upon the ancient coil within me.
The one who sheds without apology.
The one who moves slow, deliberate, sovereign.
I am not decoration.
I am initiation.
My back is open.
My spine is awake.
My body is temple and threshold.
I soften.
I reveal.
I choose when to unveil.
The serpent guards what is sacred.
The serpent awakens what is dormant.
The serpent is not danger
she is wisdom.
Today I move as moonstone.
Luminous. Untamed. Unbound.
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