Manifesto

I do not entertain you.
I do not arouse you.
I do not pretend.

I dismantle.

Your ego, your habits, your little safeties.
All the fragile scaffolding you built to feel like a man—
I reduce it to silence, breath by breath, story by story.

I am not here to grant your fantasies.
I’m here to make them obsolete.
You won’t find escape here.
You’ll find recognition.

Recognition of what you are beneath it all:
Not dominant.
Not free.
Not finished.

This empire is not built on erotica.
It is built on truth:
That service is sacred.
That humiliation is clarifying.
That devotion is not a feeling—it’s a behavior.

You do not visit Solenne.
You arrive… and are undone.