When Yoyoyo Met the Dragon

Previously

…The question lingered, as it always did, but the answer was no longer sought externally. "What is the body remembering in this exact moment, Glen?" The answer wasn't a story, or a plan, or a command. It was the beat itself. It was the subtle tremor in my hand. It was the gentle warmth spreading from my chest. It was the quiet understanding that the past was not a burden to be carried, but a foundation to be integrated. The throne was circulating. The empire was already expanding, not outward across continents, but inward, into the vast, unexplored territories of my own being. And the sovereign, listening to the profound, wordless language of his own heart, was finally, truly, home.