The High Priestess

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This piece is about the moment I became aware of myself.
I moved from a protected, almost sacred world into one shaped by observation, rules, and silent expectations. I learned to adjust, to edit myself, to build a version that could exist without friction. A second self—acceptable, controlled, safe.
But beneath it, something remained.

In the quiet, I found a deeper space within me. Not light, not clarity—just depth. And in it, a presence that didn’t speak, but revealed. Through it, I understood that nothing I was had disappeared. I had only hidden it, even from myself.
This work is not about freedom.
It’s about recognition.
The moment I realized I could no longer pretend I didn’t know.