14/08/2025
âYou canât let her be at peace like this. Have you forgotten the implications?â he questions his assistants, anger dripping from every word.
âSo you want her to see, hear, know, and do? Donât you realize the damage that would cause us? Do you want our labor over her all these years to be in vain?â His attempt to control his vexation slips away.
âShe must remain at war in her mind. Donât give her space to find clarity or align with what is written for her. There should be no end to the conflict in her thoughts. Find something to give, anything, as long as it keeps her mind restless,â he growls, as if ready to pounce.
He howls and roams, roaring and barking. His desire is simple: âMay she never concentrate, may she never be still, may her desires never be specific.â
What they donât know is that she is no longer ignorant. She has uncovered their devices. She stands where they never wanted her to beâthe place of peace and quietness. The place that allows one to sleep in the midst of a storm. The place where creativity flows freely. The place of understanding. The place where one is rooted and grounded in love.