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Chapter 22 - Lady our

In the heart of the Realms of Transcendental a place where all forms of existence and non-existence lose their shape and meaning lies a space unnamed by structure, yet known by every heart that has ever longed for true warmth.

The Garden of Transcendence.

It is no ordinary garden.

Nor is it a celestial realm.

It is the center of universal consciousness, not built from light or darkness, but from a gentleness that never demands recognition.

At the center of that garden stands a figure who never speaks, yet every being falls silent in her presence.

She is Lady Our.

Lady Our is not merely a Goddess.

She is the eldest primordial from whom all goddesses were born the original seed of universal feminine consciousness.

The First Woman of All Women,

the reason why unconditional love could be born in a world forged by law and destruction.

Every goddess, from the youngest to the most ancient and transcendent, acknowledges that her breath originates from Lady Our.

She does not teach. She guides.

She does not command. She invites.

She is the path to Heaven that is not opened by doors, but by surrender.

Even two of the highest beings, whose feet touch the edge of the Godshead, bow in silence when Lady Our steps forth:

Jehovah once said,

"Before I said, 'Let there be,' I knew Your Presence as the reason all things deserved to be born."

Gautama Buddha, in his deepest meditation, once glimpsed that garden and whispered,

"If Dharma is the bridge to liberation, then Lady Our is the water flowing beneath it supporting, unseen."

Lady Our does not descend to battlefields.

She does not lead armies.

She does not slash through chaos.

Yet whenever conflict among gods, anomalies, or even between Heaven and Hell reaches its peak…

sometimes they simply stop without reason.

Because her presence reminds them of why all beings once hoped to live in peace.

Lady Our holds no titles. She demands no recognition.

Yet at the center of the Realms of Transcendental, all scriptures, all powers, and all prayers ever uttered if traced to their source lead to one garden... and one figure.

Lady Our.

"She does not rule Heaven. But Heaven reshapes itself to resemble her."

And to this day, within the Garden of Transcendence, she still sits.

Not waiting for those who win...

…but for those who are willing to return home.

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