Rider on the Sun

Decan Odyssey – Aries II

The fire becomes a compass.

The vision becomes a path. This is the dawning of self-sovereignty.

And with it, a voice rises from within—the voice of the Rider on the Sun.

She does not perform. She becomes.

Rider on the Sun ~ a soul monologue from Aries II

I am the fire that remains.
Not the flare that fades,
but the sovereign ember that endures—
flame, shaped into throne.

To conduct the orchestra of becoming,
one must stand with their back to the crowd.
Facing not approval,
but the great unfolding.

I do not seek acceptance—
for the Sun itself sees me.
It does not applaud—
it permits.
It blesses.
It invites me to act
from the core
without shame, without disguise.

This fire—
once a wild flicker—
now moves with purpose.
Direction is chosen.
Leadership forged.
My will, no longer raw,
is now architecture.

I do not chase destiny.
I command it.
Not through force—
but by presence.

I am the Emperor-in-becoming,
and the child who already knows.
I ride the Sun not as passenger—
but as sovereign.

I am the one who burns
and remains.