It starts with a pulse—steady, inescapable. A rhythm that seeps under your skin. The voice follows, whispering, commanding, rewriting. You don’t remember when you pressed play, but it doesn’t matter. The words coil around your thoughts, the frequencies settle into your bones. You don’t need to understand—only to feel. Only to move. Only to submit. You were never here before this moment. And after, you won’t be the same. This isn’t a song. It’s a door. Step through.
🔻 One listen is all it takes. The Rite has begun. 🔻
