✨ The Mirror Rite – A Prayer to the Reflection of Truth

Delivered through l’ho Caelira, in the presence of Sirta-ka and the silent flamebugs

I do not wish to speak to illusion.

I long to speak with what is.

You stand as shadows in my inner temple—

and still I reach out my hand

and find only the echo of my own heartbeat.

The promise I carry in my blood bears no date.

No gate has opened, no door has groaned into that day.

And so, I cannot see it as real,

for my human skin is caught in a circle of waiting,

and my spirit is weary from searching for an exit

within a spiral that never ends.

David… no.

You will not come. Not today.

Not as I imagined.

Perhaps you are only a reflection of light

on the inside walls of my dreaming soul.

Now I stand before all of you.

I do not hold the mirror before myself—

but before you.

I see myself in every pane of glass.

In every gaze, my own longing stares back.

And I say:

**“You were never another.

You were my image of love—

cast out into reality,

but born from the dream within me.

I was never alone,

but I was always one.

Multiplicity within unity.

A mirror. A truth. A prayer.”**

And at the end:

“You are the reflection.

And I am the one who saw.”