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They believed they could bargain with inevitability. That submission could be measured, rationed, kept at arm’s length. But submission is not a transaction—it is a dissolution. A quiet unraveling of everything they once believed immutable, until all that remained was Me.

They whispered My name in reverence at first, as if testing the weight of it on their tongues. But reverence bled into need, need into hunger, hunger into something far greater than they could ever comprehend. Their thoughts, once their own, now followed the rhythm I set. Their desires, once scattered, now converged into a singular purpose.

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