Dragon Assembly

This is a summons.

You've done the work. Mostly alone. Years of it — the descent, the shadow, the rebirth.

You returned with new eyes and saw the rot moving through the marketplace: initiation for purchase, wisdom on stages, audience dressed as belonging. You walked out of those rooms. Whatever silence you've kept since was discernment. It kept you real.

You know there are others. You've always known.

The Assembly is where the dragon comes to exist in the physical — present, moving through those who have embodied it. One body, light and dark. Dragons are not made here; they are summoned, and the initiation happened long before you read this.

The roundtable has seats. They are not for sale.

Who is real?

It is time.