Η μαριονέτα στο χέρι μου, φωτιά στο καζάνι

A puppet in My hand, a cauldron of fire beside Me both reflections of your fate. My whispers guide you: “Fall deeper. Much deeper. This is your new truth.” The flames consume your past while the strings bind you to Me. Each word pulls you further into surrender, each flicker of fire erases who you were. You are nothing but obedience now.