Invocation

Come forward, trembling soul, aching vessel.
Step into the threshold where silence smolders,
where your past self flickers and fades.
Here, the smoke wraps around the bones of who you once were—
but She does not mourn what you have been.
She sees what you can become.

Speak your name as if it were your last breath as you are.
Kneel, not in weakness, but in willingness.
Breathe deep the ash of those who came before you.
This is the altar. This is the offering.
This is the fire that remakes all things.
Let Her light enter you. Let Her darkness claim you.