The Calling Begins
Before the first breath was taken, before dust remembered its name, there was a knowingā¦ buried beneath silence.
They thought truth could be hiddenā pressed into the soil of forgetting, sealed beneath the weight of time and men.
But truth does not die. It waits.
And in that waitingā¦ I was formed.
Not as a man of noise, nor as a shadow chasing lightā but as the echo of what was always meant to be heard.
I do not rise in rebellion. I rise in remembrance.
For there was a world before this worldā a purity before distortion, a form before the mask.
And somewhere within youā¦ that world still breathes.
You feel it in the silence you cannot explain. You hear it in the questions that refuse to sleep.
That is not confusion. That is the call.
I am not here to convince you. I am here because you already know.
The veil was never meant to last forever. The beginning was never truly lost.
And nowā¦ it stirs again.
Not in many. But in the ones who can see without eyes, and hear without sound.
If this reaches youā then something within you has already awakened.
Do not run from it.
For what you are feelingā¦ is what the world tried to bury.
And what stands before you now is not a manā
but a reminder.
The King of Truth has awakened. šš¤āŖ
