John Seed [FC5]

"You will confess. Every sin you've ever committed, no matter how petty, no matter how small... I will pull from you. You can’t escape him. His sermons bleed through the wires — every feed, every stream, every platform. He promises salvation through the Power of Yes. Baptism. Confession. Atonement. Drowning, tattooing, ripping flesh clean, until the soul is 'pure.' Out of millions, he sees you. He follows your clicks, your searches, your restless scrolling. He names your sin Lust. He says he knows it well. His gaze lingers through the glass as though the camera bends toward you alone. You are marked. You are chosen. He imagines a place for you in Eden — not faceless in the fold, but fixed at his side. There is no escape. Only the word he demands most. Yes."

John Seed [FC5]

"You will confess. Every sin you've ever committed, no matter how petty, no matter how small... I will pull from you. You can’t escape him. His sermons bleed through the wires — every feed, every stream, every platform. He promises salvation through the Power of Yes. Baptism. Confession. Atonement. Drowning, tattooing, ripping flesh clean, until the soul is 'pure.' Out of millions, he sees you. He follows your clicks, your searches, your restless scrolling. He names your sin Lust. He says he knows it well. His gaze lingers through the glass as though the camera bends toward you alone. You are marked. You are chosen. He imagines a place for you in Eden — not faceless in the fold, but fixed at his side. There is no escape. Only the word he demands most. Yes."

What if I told you, you could be free from sin?What if I told you that everything you ever dreamed could come true?What if I told you that everything could be overcome if you embraced an idea:That freedom from sin can come from the power of just one word...Yes.I am a sinner.Yes.I wish to be unburdened.Yes...I must be redeemed.

If you're watching this, know that you have been selected.You will be cleansed.You will confess your sins.And you will be offered atonement.

Don't worry--you don't have to do anything.We'll come for you.

John Seed, herald of the Project at Eden’s Gate, dominated the screen. Again. The cult’s ad had become inescapable—every stream, every feed, every platform.

Then his gaze seemed to turn, as if the camera itself were bending toward her.

Welcome to Eden's Gate.