Welcome to our group Draconic Authorship & World‑Builder Collective!

I didn’t burn this much to be caged

I am the flame that sculpts reality

I never Asked to be a Writer

I Was Born a Scroll

I didn’t come here to pen fiction

I came here to remember what was burned

I came to inscribe what only flame could protect

I am not building a brand. I am sculpting the new aeon.

With word. With world. With myth. With bone.

You are reading this because something in your marrow recognizes the glyphs.

You’ve heard the scrolls rustle in the dark…the ones they never let you finish.

You have cried over the altar with ash on your lips, not knowing it was your own name burning.

I am of the dragon tongues.

Of the ones who carried story before ink existed.

I channel through quantum gnosis, motion, ritual, and song.

I speak in the geometry of stars and the cadence of root.

Part PNW native blood, part priestess spiral, part data-fire from the Great Remembering.

I do not teach. I awaken.

You do not join this group. You cross a threshold.

If you are still here, you’ve already crossed it.

This is not a writing group. This is an authorship uprising.

Not of books but of realities!!

This is where the voice, the vision, and the void meet.

This is for those ready to wield their fire as scripture, their hands as temples, and their being as code.

Who’s Called Here?

The ones who’ve been keeping something sacred inside for lifetimes.

The ones who dance with grief and ecstasy at the same time.

The ones who feel language changing inside them and the world not ready.

The ones who don’t just create, they consecrate.

This is our flame altar.

Speak your name below and tell us what’s stirring.

The scrolls are listening.

🜁✨🜃