The Feast of Obedience JOI CEI

Description: Kneel down. hands flat on your thighs, heavy, still. eyes trained on the bowl before you.that bowl holds your next task. a fresh salad, untouched, a symbol of order, of cleanliness. a moment frozen in time, waiting for you to destroy it.you arranged it just like i told you to. maybe you thought you were in control. but you’re not.not here. not now.