🜂

This is where it burns.

Not to destroy you —

but to return you to the shape before fear.

You cannot cross the Fireline unchanged.

Something must fall away.

Here, comfort dies.

Here, illusions melt.

Here, you lose the part of you that still wanted approval.

The Fireline does not punish.

It purifies.

Walk forward.

You were meant to rise from ash.