The Ritual of Her Undoing

How She Was Seen, Undone, and Worshipped Without Ever Being Diminished.

Not a story. A ritual.
For the ones who thought they had to hold the leash to feel safe.
For the women who only unravel when they’re seen.
For anyone who’s ever wanted to kneel… without giving up their power.

ACT I - You Let Me In

By the time she realizes what’s happening, she’s already come undone.

She walks in like a spell already half-cast—
barefoot, black …