She Went Down to Find What Others Feared.

Not all flames rise.
Some descend.

Into the body.
Into the ache.
Into the womb of the world
where truth was buried under centuries of shame.

This is not the fall.
This is the choosing—
to go where others wouldn’t.

To feel what others numbed.
To enter the dark not to conquer it,
but to remember it.

She does not descend to be saved.
She descends to retrieve.

The pieces of herself they told her were dangerous.
The rage.
The blood.
The knowing that comes from the bone.

Every step down is a reclaiming.
Every breath a spell that unbinds another ancestor.

And when she returns,
she does not glow.

She burns.
With a power that no temple ever held—
because she became the temple.