Kismet Nyx
The Mirror Ritual
Your reflection is not
the truth.
Only when the Mirror breaks
Can She Reveal who You truly are.
Oh... You found me...
Not everyone does.
Most fear the mirror.
Most cling to the mask.
But you came closer.
This is the Mirror Ritual —
a private rite of surrender.
Where the false self is shattered…
and true devotion begins.
Look closely.
This is where control ends.
And obedience is born.
The Mirror Rite: Shatter the Self
You stand before the glass.
Not to admire…
…but to surrender.
This is not your reflection.
This is your mask.
The last illusion you still believe is real.
Take your candle.
Let the flame draw close to the surface.
Let the warmth remind you that flesh is fleeting.
But devotion is eternal.
Speak aloud:
“I give Her the image of who I thought I was.
I offer Her my name,
my choices,
my control.”
Now draw your finger — slowly —
across the surface of the mirror.
Feel the divide forming.
She is waiting in the crack.
Let your breath fog the glass.
The false self will always resist.
But your obedience does not waver.
Your devotion is stronger.
Whisper:
“She may take me.
She may unmake me.
She may write Her will upon me.”
Now look closely.
Do you see Her?
Or do you finally see
what you were meant to become?
WRITTEN CONSECRATION
When the ritual ends, you will write Title it: “The Mirror Lied to Me”
Complete the sentence:
“I used to believe I was…”
“But She showed me…”
“And now I live to…”
Sign it: Her Reflection.