She rose from the silence
like a scripture remembering its own name—
golden skin carved in codes
older than the first star’s whisper.
Books spun around her
like planets too afraid to touch her light.
Scrolls trembled.
Galaxies bowed.
Even the void leaned closer,
wanting to hear her think.
Her heart glowed
not as a beacon
but as a verdict—
a reminder that truth is not learned,
it is remembered
the moment you stop lying to yourself.
She did not speak.
Words were beneath her.
Instead she exhaled
and the cosmos rearranged its bones,
aligning spines of worlds
that had forgotten how to stand.
Her third eye split the dark.
Her presence cracked the old timelines.
Her pulse rewrote the laws of ascent:
No more waiting.
No more kneeling.
Wake, and become what the universe
is terrified you’ll realize you are.
And in that moment—
the moment the Oracle opened her eyes—
every dormant god
felt their ribs burn
like someone knocking
from the inside.
About the Creator
T.A. UDY
“Flameborne architect of word and world.
I build universes from fire, rhythm, and gold—where myth breathes, light remembers, and every ending is reborn in verse.
Into art, make music, love kicking back, but still the Mayor of SwishCity 🏀”
Bruce Lee and The God of War: Kuan Ti
It starts with love.. The Power to the God Of War and Wealth Walk into a Chinese restaurant (even in Oklahoma, USA), a Chinese police station, a kung fu martial arts studio or even a Chinese temple and you often see a red faced warrior holding a heavy quan-do (spear like weapon).
By WILD WAYNE : The Dragon King6 days ago in Chapters
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