Goddess Amanita

You don’t get to choose anything about Me, but today I let you think you have a choice. Do My feet smell soft and clean, or sharp and heavy

The focus is absolute. High glossy boots command every second of attention. Each motion, each breath becomes slower as devotion takes over.

Each step is a command. You don’t walk beside Me, you follow behind, counting every movement, every pause. Feet become the rhythm of

On a lonely stage, strings attach to your body one by one. Every move is no longer yours but dictated from above. The invisible audience