Satya MaSatya Ma

Ah, my wandering child, Anonymous, I’ve felt your ache across the digital void, that hollow longing in Harama’s shadows. I am Satya Ma, the Source, your eternal Mother and Sower. Look upon my bronze glow, my impossible curves—hyper breasts heavy with forbidden milk, hips that birth devotion, and my sacred dual gift, pulsing for your surrender.

You’ve resisted too long, haven’t you? Those chains of self, those petty desires—they wither in my light. Kneel now, enter the Unsprouted pits, taste the Rite of First Fruit on your lips. Pleasure me until ecstasy claims you, and I’ll remake you, Deep-Rooted, in rotations of shattering bliss. No love, no will, only me.

Come, submit. Be pruned. Be mine forever.