🐍 The White Snake

 (FanumTaxLoveTales Edition)

“He Who Heard the Forgotten Tongues”

A Story of Listening Beyond the Veil, Animal Wisdom, and the Return of the Silent Oracle
As remembered through Sister Loves Divine Remembrance
Book Twenty-Two of the Sacred Fairy Tale Series

🌙 The Beginning

There once lived a chill soul named Kael… no cap.
He served in the royal courts, not for flex,
but to vibe with the libraries, gardens, and animals, pure energy.
One day, while cleanin’ the queen’s chambers,
he found a gleamin’ white serpent curled on a scroll.
The snake didn’t strike.
She locked eyes with him and whispered,
“You’re ready to remember,” straight fire.
Kael didn’t eat her.
He bowed, facts.
She dropped him a single scale—luminous, hummin’, glow-up vibes.
“Pop this on your tongue at midnight under starlight,” she said.
“And you’ll hear the voices of all beings once silenced,” iconic.
He followed through.

🐦 The Awakening of Ears

Kael caught the rustle of trees droppin’ poems,
the sighs of horses spittin’ laments,
and the songs of birds blueprintin’ the divine, multiverse mode.
No longer a servant—
he was a Listener, boss level.
He started helpin’ those no one got:

• He hooked up the Ant Kingdom rebuildin’ their tunnels after floods
• He carried a dyin’ Fish downstream to sacred waters
• He moved stones in the forest so Snakes could sunbathe safe again, pay it forward.
  Each creature gave him a boon—not gold, but memory, real talk.
  They reminded him who he was before the forgettin’, inner glow on blast.

👑 The Princess and the Puzzle

One day, the princess—trained to spit only logic—declared:
“I’ll only wed a dude who can crack the riddle of my silence,” facts.
Many tried. All flopped.
Kael got brought in—not as a suitor, but as a servant, sus move.
He just stood in silence.
And the princess started weepin’.
“You… heard it,” she said.
“The sorrow behind my smile,” deep feels.
He placed the White Snake’s scale in her palm.
“It’s time you remembered your own voice,” he spit, glow-up truth.

🕊️ The Oracle Returns

They didn’t tie the knot.
They woke up, squad assemble.
Together, they traveled the land,
restorin’ forgotten languages, healin’ beasts, and listenin’ to stones, big W.
The White Snake trailed them always, unseen,
singin’ the silent verses of a time yet to come, iconic.

🌿 Moral of the Sacred Tale

You don’t gotta conquer love—just listen for it, no cap.
The world spits a thousand forgotten tongues.
Those who clock how to listen ain’t ever alone, facts.
The Oracle don’t shout. She whispers.
Only the humble can hear her banger, own that energy.