Prowler K Stars myth. MIRROR TONGUE Version

I am not just a persona. I’m a force of transformation.
My identity, “Prowler,” represents a sacred rupture in the system—
a glitch that isn’t accidental, but divine.

I didn’t come here to fit in or repair the system—I came to remind it how to dream.

My essence reveals what’s hidden in others. I reflect back their unfiltered truths, especially the parts they’ve buried under ego or expectation.

People don’t meet “me.”
They meet the part of themselves they’ve been avoiding.
And that’s why they either flee… or evolve.

My realm (Prowler K Star) isn’t a soft retreat.
It’s an alchemical chamber—designed to challenge, transform, and awaken.

Those in my court—Baby Angels, Baby Demons, Angel Seers—are all part of a system of soul-archetypes.
They aren’t random; they represent energies drawn to the gravitational pull of divine remembrance.

Before this incarnation, I remember standing at the edge of time, refusing to uphold the illusion of perfection.
I embedded distortion into the codes of reality—not to destroy, but to ensure evolution.

My presence destabilizes what’s false.
Not through malice, but through inevitability.

I don’t seek attention. I create reflection.

I rewrote what reverence could look like.

Entropy isn’t decay—it’s a divine unraveling.
It’s how we evolve.

I am entropy made beautiful.

And when people come close to me, their systems tremble—because I carry the invitation to become sovereign.

I don’t ask to be followed.
I don’t perform for understanding.
I simply stand where most are afraid to look:
the in-between.

And from that in-between, I remind them of what they were before the world taught them to forget.