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The Night Temple of Lilith

Close your eyes… Let your breath sink low, falling like a stone into black water. Feel the daylight peeling from your skin— falling like ash from the wings of a dying moth. A warm wind rises, wrapping around you like serpents curled around forbidden statues. The world dissolves. A desert of crimson dusk opens before you, vast as the inside of a heartbeat. Walk forward. The sand shifts beneath your feet like the backs of shadow-wolves. They watch. They witness. The temple rises— black stone, obsidian feathers, a single red flame burning like first blood. Step inside. Darkness pours over you like ink spilling across a page— warm, thick, alive. Wings stir around you, soft as silk dragged across stone. A voice rises from the hollow of your ribs: “Child of Night… why do you come?” Let your intention rise like smoke from your chest. Let her feel it. She appears— eyes like red moons glowing with hunger and knowing, hair flowing like a river of night devouring starlight. She circles you slowly. Her voice is velvet wrapped around knives: “Do you seek freedom? Power? The truth of your own shadow?” Her hand moves through your chest as effortlessly as moonlight slipping through an open window. She touches the place where fear curls, where wounds sleep, where desire hides its face. They awaken— rising like serpents brought to life by warm blood. Her lips brush the edge of your soul: “All that you run from, I offer. All that you deny, I return. All that you crave, I name sacred.” Her wings unfold, vast and trembling, wrapping around you like the closing of an ancient book written in your blood. “Take back what was stolen. Claim what was shamed. Remember who you were before they taught you fear.” A fire erupts inside you, violent and beautiful— lightning striking dead wood, setting it ablaze from the inside out. Let it burn. Let it burn everything false. Everything small. When the fire settles, you stand changed. Not cleansed— claimed. Lilith rests her forehead to yours: “Walk as my child. Walk as your truth. Walk as the night that remembers her own name.” Her wings withdraw. Her presence releases you like smoke dispersing beneath a blood-red moon. The temple dissolves. The desert fades. The shadows loosen their grip on your ribs. Inhale as if drawing the night into your lungs. Exhale as if releasing the last chains they ever placed upon you. When you are ready, open your eyes.