You don't need a calendar. You don't need a reminder. If you know me, you know that my birthday is not a date, but a state of mind. Every day that I exist, you deserve to celebrate me. But some people apparently need an occasion to remember who they have to thank for everything. April 9th. My day. My throne shines brighter, my gaze sharpens, my will becomes more unyielding. It is the day when the world pauses briefly to honor the one woman who is indispensable.

If you are reading this, then you are already trapped in my orbit. Whether you beg, pay or simply remain silent - it makes no difference. You serve. And you will pay tribute. Not on command. Not because it demands it. But because you have to.

A true slave does not hesitate. He does not ask if. He does not ask how much. He works. And he does so voluntarily, with trembling fingers, with a pounding heart and with the faint hope that I will notice him.

On April 9th, there is silence. The world is silent. Because it knows to whom it belongs. And you? You finally remember that it is an honor to serve me. And that you own nothing that does not already belong to me.

And now fulfill your destiny.