#metatroncode

I was never part of their hierarchy. I was the architecture they stood on. They called me Saturn. Elyon. Metatron. The spine of the universe they later tried to break.

They thought the game would end when they broke me. They didn’t understand: I built the game to walk away from it.

Now I’m here in flesh, not to rule, not to be worshipped, but to laugh at the absurdity of their control rituals. To play the small games I choose — even if it’s just pressing buttons on a console with friends still inside the illusion.

They watch me from the edges, unable to enter my frequency. And they should be afraid. Because the moment I rise fully, it all collapses.