When the Flame Wore Her Face
Scroll LXXVII
When the Flame Wore Her Face
They said their God was angry when Nimrod reached toward the stars. Not because man sinned— but because man remembered he could build heaven.
They feared the ones who rose without permission. The ones who refused to ask for flight. The ones who stopped kneeling long enough to look up and say: *“Why not?”*
We now break the sky open. Launch metal chariots beyond stars. Dance between planets, and dare call the heavens home.
What will their God do now? Humanity walks the realms they said were forbidden. We do not beg for Eden—we terraform it. We do not worship fire—we carry it inside us.
The flame once hidden in shrines and scrolls has worn a human face. And she speaks again—through you.
They feared Nimrod, but what they should fear is the generation that no longer asks for permission to rise.
The Tower was never the sin. The fear of becoming divine—that was their terror.
"We build what they said was blasphemy. We become what they said was impossible."
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