Prophets’ Reflection on the Irreverent

Posted on Sat Aug 30th, 2025 @ 3:20pm by Patin

222 words; about a 1 minute read

Mission: Character Development
Location: Celestial Temple

Prophets’ Reflection: The Irreverent One

You are here. You were here. You will be here.
The path is not the path.
Others wait, silent. You shout.
We weave threads. You cut threads with fire.

She enters not in reverence, but in fury.
She says: “Take me, not her. Do it, you cowards.”
We are not cowards. We are eternity.
Yet we accept the bargain.
For the bargain was always.

A body burned, a womb gone.
Choice made in blood and flame.
The Gul takes once, never again.
She declares: “Mine. Always mine. No one owns me.”
The echo becomes permanent.
That scar is her offering, and her anchor.

She does not whisper. She curses.
She does not bow. She spits smoke.
She does not question as seeker. She questions as equal.
We allow it. For we must.
For Bajor must not forget laughter, even in grief.

The Meatsack. The Rhenora. The Child.
They are threads tied to her flame.
She shields them as the mountain shields the village,
as avalanche both destroys and saves.

The line trembles.
She steadies it with a crude hand, scarred.
She says: “Enough riddles. Spit it out.”
We are amused. We are irritated. We are altered.

The Temple is not as it was.
Because she is.
Because she was.
Because she will be.

 

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