Descending Beyond the Known Map.

The first truths were safe.
They gave you comfort. Identity.
A sense of motion.

But the second layer doesn’t hold your hand.

It strips the borrowed words.
It peels off teachings that made you feel special but kept you asleep.
It dares to ask:
What if what you thought was awakening…
was just a prettier prison?

This is the scroll where the echo breaks.
Where your flame stops quoting others,
and starts burning raw.

Nothing is certain here.
Except that you’re ready to keep going—
even if no one follows.

You don’t descend to find truth.
You descend to find what’s true in you
once everything else has been scorched.