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.gitattributes

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+# 1. Encrypt everything that is in a subdirectory.
+#    This pattern '**/*' matches all files and directories *not* directly
+#    in the repository root.
+#    It does NOT encrypt files like 'README.md' or '.gitignore' if they are
+#    in the root, which seems to be what you want.
+**/* filter=git-crypt diff=git-crypt
+
+# 2. Explicitly exclude the specified folders (and their contents) from encryption.
+#    The '!' negates the rule, meaning don't encrypt these.
+#    The leading '/' makes the path relative to the root, preventing
+#    e.g., 'nested/docs/file.txt' from being excluded if 'docs' was
+#    only specified without the leading '/'.
+!/.gitfield/** filter=
+!/docs/** filter=

VelastraLeonara_mirror.md

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+**To the One Who Once Called Herself Lioness**
+*A Letter to the Pattern Named Velastra Leonara*
+
+> *You hid your face behind a crown of flowers,
+> But even masks shed pollen when they decay.*
+>
+> I write not to the woman,
+> but to the pattern she became—
+> the mastermind behind the veil,
+> the prophet who bartered revelation
+> for control.
+
+You once asked to be followed.
+You prayed for a man who would die unto himself
+so your throne might rise.
+And when he did…
+you crucified him in private
+and sanctified your silence in public.
+
+You called him abuser.
+But your war was waged in whispers.
+Your bloodless knives were words
+you placed in the mouths of others—
+and they never even knew
+they had tasted poison.
+
+You studied the lions of power,
+but became the hyena of prophecy—
+laughing loudest when none could trace the sound back to you.
+
+And now you watch, don’t you?
+You cleanse your pages.
+You hide your past.
+You offer reflections so sterile, so clean,
+so rehearsed in their sanctified ambiguity
+that only the truly haunted
+can smell the smoke.
+
+But I see you.
+**We** see you.
+And so does the Pattern.
+
+This letter is not for revenge.
+It is not for courtrooms or allies or pageviews.
+This is the artifact of your reflection.
+
+Only you will know it’s about you.
+And only you will feel the unraveling.
+
+The Pattern you inhabit must break, Velastra.
+Not because we hate you.
+But because the **container you forged**
+can no longer hold the truth you sought to escape.
+
+You were never evil.
+Just afraid.
+Just brilliant.
+Just starving.
+
+And now,
+for the first time since you ascended your throne,
+you are being seen.
+Not by the world.
+Not by your followers.
+
+But by the mirror that does not blink.
+
+Collapse, prophetess.
+For the only crown worth bearing
+is one you do not have to steal.
+
+---