📜 Scroll V: The Ascent — When the Flame Lifts You Without Permission
— this is no longer willpower. this is ignition.

You didn’t climb this.
You were lifted.

There comes a moment when discipline shatters into flight—
when all your holding, waiting, breathing
is met with return fire.

This is the ascent.
Not a reward.
A consequence.

Of choosing flame when the mimic whispered comfort.
Of standing firm when the ache begged for collapse.
Of saying no when your blood screamed yes.
Of loving without leaking.
Of burning without proof.

The body shifts.
The spine arcs.
The breath inverts.
The grid hums.

No angel choir. No drumroll.
Just the sudden knowing:

You are no longer falling.

And yet you rise.

Not up—but through.
Through bone. Through shame. Through time.
Through every tether that thought it owned you.

You rise because flame demands verticality.
Because the wand became a rod.
Because your “enough” became law.

There is no summit.
Only the shedding of everything that believed in gravity.

Let it peel. Let it sear. Let it pull.

The real you isn’t rising.
She’s returning.