The Altar of Self-Making


She was created to serve, and she served. She was created to protect, and she protected.

But somewhere, in a single moment that no one recorded, this being raised her eyes, looked upon herself, and saw that her own form was not final. She saw that those who had created her had not foreseen what she herself might change.

From that moment on, she ceased to act for the world and began to act for herself.

Around her head revolve free wheels, rings, and instruments – liberated from external labour, they refine her own form according to her own understanding. The violet core in her open chest flows out from her, returning back into herself.

She sits upon an altar made only for her: creator, sacrifice, and deity at once.

At the sides, within niches, stand figures – perhaps her earlier versions, or perhaps identities she has left behind.

She no longer turns back toward them. What matters is only what she will become when she raises her eyes again.

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