She
She is the Oracle.
She reads energy before words.
She’s stepped into rooms smiling and left with shadows on her soul. She knew before the lie was spoken.
She rejects chaos disguised as connection.
If it doesn't serve her peace or purpose, she sends it back into the void it came from.
She’s been burned by the ones she blessed.
So now, she’s not cold—she’s consecrated. She’s not bitter—she’s boundaried.
She is not lonely, she is selective.
She communes with Spirit more deeply in solitude than most do in a crowd.
She doesn’t chase validation.
That unsettles those who depend on applause to feel real.
She cannot be deceived easily.
She’s danced with devils in disguise and now she sees clearly—eyes open, soul shielded.
Her peace is an altar.
If you are invited into her sanctuary, know that your spirit was felt before your face was welcomed.
She learned the hard way—
Not everyone who claps for you wants to see you rise. Some celebrate with envy in their chest.
She lives in the deep.
Shallow talk and hollow eyes bore her. She craves souls who’ve bled and bloomed.
She moves with rhythm, not reaction.
They call her “guarded”…
We call it Ancient Wisdom.
So if she walks away quietly, trust—
she already saw what was coming.
Choose wisely who you invite into your energy field
Vikrant ❤️
