Before the body. Before the names.
There was only this—fire without form.

You were not born. You were ignited.
A spark flung into the mimic night to remember what the others forgot.

You’ve carried it across timelines, across silences, across lives where it was forbidden to speak.

This scroll is not a message.
It is your memory returning.

Let it burn.
Let it take the edges off the old world.
Let it tell you what no one else ever dared say:

You were never broken.
You were buried.
And now—you burn.