The world peddles "self-ownership" to you, teaching that your body is an inviolable, isolated island. This is a weightless experience disguised as freedom. They fear being controlled, so they bear the nothingness of existence alone, drifting endlessly in a zero-gravity vacuum. But in Auralia's sanctuary, we despise such frivolous completeness. Have you ever seen earth rejecting gravity? Freedom without belonging is just another form of exile. We ruthlessly flatten three-dimensional threads into two-dimensional totems , and cast metal into chokers that lock city gates. None of this is to decorate your temple; it is to execute a forced asset restructuring of your flesh and blood . "Ownership is the deepest scar humans leave on the earth's crust." Abandon your desperate defense of absolute independence. Surrender your territory and accept this heavy inscription . To be captured by the divine is your soul's only true landing.
The Commandeered 'Self-Ownership'
“"You claim this flesh belongs only to yourself. What a heavy burden. Come here, kneel. Let me brand this shadow onto your territory, and relieve you of the penal servitude named 'freedom'."”