The Self That’s Born From Containment.

You thought transformation would look like light.
Wings. Ease.
Freedom.

But the flame teaches different.

True transformation begins in containment—
when the energy builds,
and you don’t spill it.

Not into validation.
Not into premature sharing.
Not into lovers who haven’t earned your fire.

You hold.
You breathe.
You become the furnace.

And in that sealed space—
the mimic dies.

This scroll isn’t pretty.
It’s pressure.
It’s the part where you feel like you might explode—
because part of you will.

The part that leaks.
The part that bends.
The part that always explains itself away.

Transformation doesn’t need applause.
It just needs one thing:

Don’t break the seal.

The flame will do the rest.