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Service Description

This is not a session, this is not a session, this is session…session is this. This month next month will never be the same- RULES: If you request to book and you’re correct - I will send an invoice - you have 24 hours to pay or I will cancel the session. RIDDLE: You blink too fast to see me crawl, I am born between acid and awe. Not yellow, not green, but the fevered scream, Of a forest that dreams in a digital stream. I am the gasp beneath the moss, Where mushrooms whisper the meaning of loss. I paint the edges of memory’s tomb, And coil ‘round your ankles in boardroom gloom. They named me once, with numbers and code, But I bit through the barcode and fractured the mold. Three fingers I raise: one for decay, Seven for secrets the chlorophyll say, Six for the shadow that clings to your spine- And C… for the curse you’ve mistaken for mine. I am perversion, the shade in between, The static that grows where your spirit once leaned. Your screen burns bright, but your soil lies still, So I crawl through your wires and feast on your will. Ground yourself, human. Touch bark, bleed leaf. Lick the stone. Swallow grief. For I am coming, not as omen, but proof, That the truth you fear is the color of truth.