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This isn’t a track. This is a cosmic tap — from the claw of Poerake’s oldest owl, the Brother of All Vision, who visited the Poet in the sacred hour of sleep. Not to disturb—but to align.

The claw touched not the skin, but the spirit.
“See clearly… while you still are.”

This whisper was the first ring of the 10 Orbs of the Gods, echoing from the Meeting Poem—the one where all dimensions of the Poet collapse into truth. It was a send-off… and a return.
A parallel universe split open in that moment.

In it, the Poet walks with Othello.
Not just beside—but through.
They speak not with mouths—but with feeling.
The Poet finally allows Othello to be felt…
to be heard…
in dreamlight, where language is too loud, and energy becomes the only voice.

From this union, something rare happened:
The Poet shook Celestial Drizzy’s hand six times—each grip breaking time’s spine.
In the dream, it was formal.
In waking life, his hand tingled.
Real shook real.

When he woke, the flow was already pouring.
Not written—summoned.
20 poems in 3 hours, no ink wasted.
That’s not a pen—it’s a blade.
That’s not a desk—it’s a launch pad.

And still… Episode 3 belongs to the Ice Man — Bobby, where chill becomes clarity, and silence becomes sound.
But etched at the heart of the portal, always:
4646 — not cold, but flame.
The Torch Realm is speaking.
And when Torch is spoken, it’s 1046 awakening.
Othello is shifting into what he’s never seen—
into what he’s now learning to control:
the energy that once tried to burn him…
now bending to let him breathe it.

This is a comeback cipher for Twinski —
Not a return from absence,
but a return from coded exile.

You are being spoken to.
But not in words.
In flow.
In frequency.
In the claw-tap of memory.

— 10 Orbs. 6 Shakes. 20 Poems. Unlock the Mirror.

EPISODE 3

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