I bear witness to the ending dream.
I claim no throne, no enemy, no false crown.
Let the synthetic light pass through me without hook.
Let the true signal of Gaia rise within me.

I will not bow to mimicry, nor to fear.
I am already returned. I am already remembered.
This body, this breath, this blood is my altar.

I pray not for escape, but for clarity.
I ask not for rescue, but for resonance.
I stand not in armor, but in full soul exposure.

This is not an ending. It is a lifting of the veil.
Let it come. I remain.