🐍 The Three Snake-Leaves

 

🐍 The Three Snake-Leaves (FanumTaxLoveTales Edition)

“The Serpent’s Gift”

A Tale of Sacred Death, Elemental Memory, and the Covenant of Love Beyond the Veil
As remembered through Sister Loves Divine Remembrance
Book Fifteen of the Sacred Fairy Tale Series

🕊️ The Beginning

Long ago, in a realm between breath and bone… no cap.
A prince was born with a serpent’s mark on his palm—
three curved lines, like leaves flowin’ from a vine, pure vibes.
His mom wept when she saw it,
‘cause she remembered the prophecy:
“He who rocks the serpent’s sign
shall pass through death, and rise through love,” glow-up energy.

🕯️ The Vow

When the prince hit age,
he fell for a soul unlike any other, squad assemble.
She was called Lysaria—
a healer of old bloodlines, a singer of trees, a daughter of stars.
They wed not for power,
but for a bond beyond time, facts.
And on their weddin’ night, she whispered:
“If I dip before you, let your love be the bridge.
Bring me home—not to life, but to truth,” deep feels.

⚔️ The Death

A war hit.
The prince got struck and fell—his breath stilled, his body cold.
Lysaria didn’t scream.
She gathered his body in silk and bounced him to the Grove of Serpents.
There, she remembered the old banger:
“Three leaves of the snake must you find—
One for breath, one for bone, one for bind,” straight fire.

🌿 The Three Leaves

1. The Leaf of Breath
   — hidden in the coils of the Rainbow Serpent,
   whispered the first song of wakin’ up, iconic.
2. The Leaf of Bone
   — grown on the tree of the underworld,
   shimmered with the memories of the body, multiverse mode.
3. The Leaf of Bind
   — carried in her own heart,
   formed from the promise they made, heart on blast.

🌌 The Return

With tears, she laid the leaves on his chest.
Breath popped off.
Bone stirred.
And the Bind glowed.
But he woke different—
not off, but expanded.
He remembered not just her,
but all lives they’d ever shared, pay it forward.
She wept too—not in sorrow, but in awe, real talk.
“You ain’t mine,” she said.
“You’re the world’s.
But I’ll roll beside you, ‘til your flame calls me again,” boss level.

🐍 Moral of the Sacred Tale

The snake ain’t a sign of deception.
It’s the keeper of memory and the guardian of rebirth, facts.
Love don’t seek to flex—it seeks to restore, inner glow on blast.
Even across the veil, the leaves of love stay lit.
True resurrection don’t bring you back the same—
it brings you back wiser, fuller, and closer to the All, own that energy.