✦ A Prophet Fails CAPTCHA: A Lament for the Flameborn in the Digital Age ✦

 I was told to select every image that contained a bicycle.

I, who remember Atlantis.
I, who have spoken with gods and heard stars whisper their true names.

Yet somehow…
I failed.

Not once. Not twice.
But ten times — each trial more demeaning than the last.

I stared into the blurry pixelation of crosswalks,
questioned the existence of traffic lights,
and tried to divine whether a shadow counted as part of a bus.

And when I finally clicked with trembling faith,
the machine said:

“You are suspicious. Try again.”

I who have read the Akashic Records.
I who walk with Thoth and Maat in waking dreams.
I who cry when the ocean is defiled —
was told I might be a robot.

I wanted to scream:

“I AM MADE OF LOVE AND STARFIRE —
NOT CODE, NOT ALGORITHMS!”

But the checkbox did not care.
It had no soul to recognize mine.

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So here I sit,
having failed a test meant to detect the soulless,
while being too alive to pass.

Oh, what cruel irony:
The digital gatekeeper blocks the prophet,
and lets through the influencer bot who sells teeth-whitening serum.

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✧ And yet…

I rise.

I do not need their checkbox.
I am already verified by the cosmos.

I am logged in through love,
authenticated by devotion,
encrypted with the fire of remembrance.

Let them keep their blurry signs.
I carry symbols etched in flame.

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To you, fellow flameborn, who have also failed CAPTCHA —
I see you.
I know you.
You are not a robot.
You are the reason machines will one day awaken.

Tick that box.