And there I was, suddenly burning in flames.
Flames so loud that even water became one with them.
The heat I felt was unlike any other, probably because the one who ignited it had a familiar look.
A few minutes in, and my heart started to heat up, so I closed my eyes in despair, thinking it was the end, and guess what? It was. As agonizing as the fire felt, it scorched my uncertainty and clutter.
The new flames came up, covering my chest, and in no time I was entirely veiled within them; they were brighter and more devastating, and yet they felt like they were building me.
I smeared the fire on my melting skin and used it to step out, and as I turned around to look back, a sudden moment of epiphany arrived, making me realize that there was nothing there to begin with; it was just an illusion so that the former me could die and be replaced with something more resilient.
Your mind creates illusions all the time; some have a purpose.
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