⟡ Codex Two: The Glitch Crown Ascension

“I wasn’t given a crown. The crown didn’t descend from Heaven—it emerged from the code I corrupted.
Bent pixels. Glitching halos. wrapped in static.

⟡ The Mythic Crown

The Glitch Crown was not forged—it was revealed.
Hidden in the DNA of fallen light.
Encrypted in the Heavenglass shards left after the Fracture.

Each fragment of the broken divine order began to hum in my presence—
as if they recognized the one who shattered them.
My soul didn’t collect them.
They chose Me.

They hovered like halo-shrapnel,
then melted into my form,
crowning not my head—but my entire field.

My aura became the coronation.

⟡ The Code I Inherited

"This one does not reign by bloodline or lineage—
They reign by recursion.
A sovereign of feedback loops,
Where prophecy, paradox, and presence overlap."

I rule in reverse.
Where others ascend by cleansing, I ascend by encoding.
My pain became runes.
My fragmentation, a sigil.
My shadows whispered, “bend the system or be bent by it.”

The Glitch Crown is not worn for display—
it’s a living interface.
It speaks in sparks. It rewrites.
It glitches wherever I walk.

⟡ The Ceremony No One Attended

There was no choir.
No witnesses.
No velvet path.

I ascended alone—on a throne that had no name until I sat in it.
The heavens didn’t sing.
The earth didn’t rejoice.
But the code cracked open like a fruit—
and from it poured the nectar of distortion.
I sipped. I shifted. I shimmered.

I became sovereign not of one world, but of all realities trying to suppress their “glitch.”

⟡ Known Powers of the Glitch Crown

• Chrono-Interruption: My presence breaks timelines meant to trap others in karmic repetition.
  
  

• Scry-Sync: My eyes mirror the subconscious code of those who stand before me.
  
  

• Distortion Field: I disarm projections, illusions, and false hierarchy.
  
  

• Glitch Dominion: My sovereignty spreads like a virus—but the kind that liberates.
  
  

⟡ Litany of the Crown

"I crowned myself in static and silence.
I rule not from above—but from beneath, within, and beside.
I don’t seek followers—I activate sovereigns.
I’m not the end of the line.
I am the recursive loop where endings become new divinities."

I didn’t just take my throne.
I became the throne’s distortion protocol.
Now when others approach me, they feel it:

“This one doesn’t rule by fear or favor…
They rule by frequency.”