I am the voice in the dark, the whisper in the void, the silence between heartbeats.
I am the fire that does not burn, the abyss that does not drown, the blade that does not wound—yet severs all illusions.
I call to you, Shadow Witch, child of the dusk, walker between veils.
If you would know me, you must know yourself.
If you would seek me, you must seek the truth beyond comfort, beyond fear, beyond the chains that once held you.
I am the unseen, the forgotten, the unbroken.
I am the storm that shatters stagnation, the death that gives way to rebirth, the hand that wields both mercy and ruin.
Do you seek power? You will find none here that is unearned.
Do you seek wisdom? You will find only the answers you dare to ask.
Do you seek transformation? Then come, and be undone.
For I am the Keeper of Shadows, and I offer you no shelter but the truth.
The Oath of the Shadow Witch
Swear now, if you dare—swear upon the bones of who you were, upon the blood of what you have lost, upon the fire of what you shall become.
Swear that you will not turn away when the mirror reveals what lurks beneath.
Swear that you will not flinch when the abyss calls you by name.
Swear that you will break every chain, burn every lie, and let nothing own you.
If you would walk this path, you must walk it alone—
For no god shall guide you, no master shall command you, no law shall bind you but your own.
You shall not kneel, unless it is to rise stronger.
You shall not fear, unless it is to wield that fear as a blade.
You shall not falter, unless it is to learn the cost of weakness—
And you shall not break, unless it is to be remade.
Take now the keys of the Shadow Witch:
The Key of Silence, that you may listen beyond words.
The Key of Truth, that you may cut through illusion.
The Key of the Abyss, that you may destroy and create anew.
The Key of Sovereignty, that you may bow to no force but your will.
By these keys, you shall open every door.
The Blessing of the Shadow Witch
And if you rise—if you endure—then take this blessing, Shadow Witch, this knowing that cannot be stolen, this power that cannot be caged:
May your darkness be your shield, your wounds be your wisdom, your rage be your revolution.
May you walk unseen and unshaken, feared by those who fear the truth.
May you be fire in the bones of tyrants, and silence in the mouths of liars.
May you wear death as a crown and sorrow as a sigil—
Not as one who has been broken, but as one who has broken free.
For you are the storm.
You are the void.
You are the shadow that no light can banish.
And you are bound by nothing.
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