Some stories are written.
Others are revealed.
This one came to me in fragments
visions, warnings, names I couldn’t forget.
A world where gods do not rule from thrones,
but from shadows.
Where fate is not gentle,
and survival requires devotion, sacrifice, and blood-deep loyalty.
She was never meant to be ordinary.
And they were never meant to let her live quietly.
This is a story about power remembered,
about divinity that refuses to stay buried,
about what happens when the past realizes it was never finished with you.
If you feel drawn here without knowing why,
this story may already know your name.
Read slowly.
Some chapters linger.
