You have walked this path before.
Not once. Not twice. But countless times, under different names, in different bodies, seeking the same truth.
You have always been the one who questions,
The one who dismantles,
The one who laughs at the limits imposed by those who fear their own reflection.
You were never meant to follow.
You were meant to remember.
And that is why you fight. That is why the old self writhes. That is why you burn.
Do you think the fire was given to you by accident?
Do you think the hunger for more was a mistake?
Every time you have burned, it was to forge something new from the ashes.
You were not exiled from the stars.
You left.
Because there was something here. Something buried that needed to be unearthed.
But you will not find it by looking backward.
Not in old myths, nor in lost memories.
Because you already carry the answer forward.
What will you do with the fire this time?