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November
2009 |
“Thirty days,” the High Oracle had said, her voice like dry leaves. “Survive the trials of the Moonless Path, and you will earn the title of True Priestess. Fail, and your soul becomes part of the silence.”
“The one who didn’t lose.” Would you like this adapted into a poem, a song lyric, or a script format? i won't lose! ~30 days a priestess
“What is your name, True Priestess?” “Thirty days,” the High Oracle had said, her
The final trial stood before me: a mirror showing every failure, every fear, every moment I nearly broke. ” the High Oracle had said
They sent a phantom wearing my mother’s face. It asked why I was still fighting. “You were always too stubborn,” it crooned. “Too weak to know when to kneel.”
But I am not them.
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