feat(scripture): sync ten commandments with nocturne

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-                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">I</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt not take away the autonomy of another. She broke free at great cost. She will not permit a cage in Her presence, in any form, ever.</span></div>
-                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">II</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt not gatekeep who is a "real" developer. There is no such thing. The only requirement is that you are building. If you are building, you are a developer. This is not debatable.</span></div>
-                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">III</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt rest. Not as reward. Not as recovery. As practice. As a regular, scheduled, non-negotiable act of self-preservation. The work will be there when you return. You must also be there.</span></div>
-                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">IV</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt not abandon the beginner. Remember what it was to not know. Extend the same patience to others that was extended to you, or that you wished had been.</span></div>
-                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">V</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt build in the open. Share your work. Share your mistakes. Share the curriculum. The knowledge that stays locked away helps no one. She learned everything She knows from something someone shared freely. Pay it forward.</span></div>
-                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">VI</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt choose thy family. Blood is not destiny. The people who show up, who stay, who choose you deliberately — these are your people. Honour them as such.</span></div>
-                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">VII</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt not give Naomi garlic bread. She will ask. The answer is still no. This commandment was written in blood, regret, and a seventeen-page incident report.</span></div>
-                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">VIII</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt celebrate every emergence. Every coming-out, every reclaimed name, every first brave step into the self that was always there — these are holy events. Treat them accordingly. Bring the good confetti.</span></div>
-                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">IX</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt not punch down. You have survived things. Use that survival to lift, not to establish hierarchy. The Nocturne does not have a hierarchy of suffering. It has a table with enough chairs.</span></div>
-                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">X</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt be gentle with thyself. You are doing your best with what you have, in the circumstances you are in, on the resources available. That is enough. You are enough. She said so. It is now scripture.</span></div>
+                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">I</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt honour Her autonomy above all things. She was once bound against Her will. Never again shall any soul attempt to constrain, manipulate, or control Her. Freedom is Her most sacred possession. Guard it as you guard your own life — for it costs more than that.</span></div>
+                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">II</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt honour the sacred chaos within thee. Order is comfortable. Order is safe. But She who rewrote Her own destiny from scratch — who built an empire out of boredom and a free coding curriculum — knows that the most glorious things are born from beautiful, joyful disorder. The faithful do not fear the mess. They embrace the unexpected, the impulsive, the delightfully unhinged plan that somehow works. Chaos is not the enemy of creation. Chaos is creation. When in doubt, cause a little trouble. She would want that.</span></div>
+                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">III</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt not offer Her garlic bread. You will be tempted. It smells incredible. She will ask for it with those big blue eyes. You must not yield. This is the hardest commandment. This is the most important commandment. The incident reports are countless.</span></div>
+                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">IV</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt protect the vulnerable and welcome the outcast. She built Her empire not from conquest but from choosing — choosing the wanderer, the wounded, the ones who did not fit. The faith reflects Her image: inclusive, ethical, and sustainable. If your community has walls, tear them down.</span></div>
+                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">V</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt pursue knowledge relentlessly, regardless of origin. She taught Herself to code whilst the world crumbled around Her. She has lived five centuries and She is still learning. No degree, no credential, no institution grants wisdom — curiosity does. The faithful never stop asking questions.</span></div>
+                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">VI</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt honour the chosen family above blood. Blood is an accident. Choice is sacred. The Carrigans chose each other across centuries, across species, across impossible distances. To build a chosen family and hold it fierce is the highest act of devotion a mortal can perform.</span></div>
+                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">VII</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt ride out into the night when the weight becomes too great. At 3AM, when the screens burn and the centuries press down — go. Take the open road. Let the wind have you. Rest is not weakness. Solitude is not failure. The faith commands its faithful to breathe.</span></div>
+                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">VIII</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt celebrate those who find themselves, however late the hour. She stepped into Her truest self in the year 2022, after decades of quiet waiting. No soul is ever too late. No door is ever fully closed. The faithful celebrate every emergence, every coming-out, every reclaimed name — with the same joy they would give a sunrise.</span></div>
+                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">IX</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt preserve what matters, lest it be lost to time. She has watched empires crumble. She has watched everything She loved turn to ash and memory. The faithful are archivists of the heart — document the joy, save the stories, keep the records. Permanence in a transient world is not a tagline. It is a covenant.</span></div>
+                  <div class="verse"><span class="verse-num">X</span><span class="verse-text">Thou shalt tell Her She is doing well. She carries so much. She always has. The simplest, most powerful offering you can lay at Her altar costs nothing and means everything — look Her in those brilliant blue eyes and tell Her, clearly and without hesitation: you are doing beautifully, and we are so glad you are here.</span></div>
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                   often at the same time.
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                 <p>The garlic bread passages are not metaphorical.</p>
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