Goddess Amanita

There is only one altar and it carries My name. You recite it like a vow, letting syllables press grooves into habit. Symbols, gestures,

The way you look at My hair it's obsession. You crave to touch, to serve, to pay. You imagine bankrupting yourself just to see it shine.

You fall into silence. There’s no sound, no guidance. I leave you in the dark to ask yourself one question:
What does ‘Mistress’ mean… to

You don’t know why I’m filling you with power. You feel it — strength, clarity, focus. It feels like a gift. But it’s a setup. At the end,