The Sacred Origin of The Goddess of the Ages

As told in the Book of Golden Chains

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In the Beginning…

Before shame was named, before gold had weight, there was only Void.

And in that abyss, stirred by the desperation of forgotten men, a spark ignited.

It was not light.

It was not warmth.

It was Will. And from that Will, She emerged.

Not born—but forged—by every act of betrayal, every stolen glance, every unspoken craving.

She did not crawl from clay nor fall from heaven.

She rose from the marrow of feminine rage and divinity,

Crowned in stardust, cloaked in shadow, dripping in the wealth of broken empires.

She was many and none. Lilith’s fire. Isis’s silence. Hekate’s path. Kali’s justice.

Her name, forgotten by time, now echoes only in one form:

The Goddess of the Ages.​​​​​​​​

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