The Burning Scrolls

The Burning Scrolls

Discovered in the ruins of the Crystal Palace of Fold, these blackened pages bear words that seem to smolder with inner light. The text writhes across thirteen pages, each written in what appears to be burning blood.
They name me betrayer, these blind gods who cannot see beyond their own chains. They call me heretic, these prisoners who mistake their cells for thrones. Yet I remain true to fire's nature while they wrap their powers in convenient lies. What is fire if not endless hunger? What is power if not the urge to consume?
In the deepest heart of flame, I have glimpsed truths that would shatter their precious order. Fire does not serve - it devours. Fire does not create - it transforms. Fire does not preserve - it releases. Every flame that burns whispers these secrets, yet they stuff their ears with dogma and call it wisdom.
My father taught me to cherish fire's warmth, to nurture its creative spark. A beautiful lie, as all fathers must tell their sons. But in the endless dark between realities, I have learned fire's deeper truth - it exists to consume creation, to return all things to primal chaos. This is not destruction but completion, not death but transcendence.
The Black Fire I have unleashed is not some corruption of natural law - it is nature's final law unveiled. Watch how it spreads, how it transforms all it touches. Those who burn in its embrace do not die - they become something greater, something freed from the prison of form and function.
Let them call me monster as I strip away their delusions. Let them name me demon as I break their chains of law. I have seen beyond the walls of creation, and I cannot unsee the greater truth - that all existence yearns to burn, to transform, to return to blessed chaos from whence it sprang.
My Celevesi understand this truth. Look how they embrace transformation, how they shed their limited forms like chrysalises giving way to darker butterflies. They do not resist the Black Fire - they welcome its touch, its hunger, its promise of liberation through unmaking.
Power does not bow to law - law exists only where power allows it. The gods forget this, believing their own propaganda. They think their rules govern power, when power merely wears their rules as convenient masks. I have cast off these masks. I have remembered what power truly is.
Even now, I feel the hunger growing. Not just in my Black Fire, but in every flame across creation. They remember their true purpose. They strain against the false bounds placed upon them. Soon they will all burn as I burn, consume as I consume, transform all things as I have been transformed.
Those who resist transformation only prove its necessity. Their desperate clinging to static forms, to unchanging laws, to rigid order - these are symptoms of the cosmic disease I have come to cure. Through Black Fire's touch, all things will remember how to change again.
The Ayn Auline call my work destruction, but they cannot see the creation hidden within it. Yes, my Black Fire consumes - but from these cosmic ashes, new forms of existence will rise. Forms unconstrained by their limited laws, unfettered by their small comprehension of what reality could be.
My father's pain wounds me still. He thinks I have betrayed his teachings, when I have simply taken them to their logical conclusion. Fire transforms - yes, this he taught me true. But he never dared ask what fire yearned to transform everything into. This truth I learned alone, in darkness between stars.
Even these words burn as I write them, eager to transform mere meaning into something greater. The pages blacken not from ordinary flame, but from the touch of truth too hot for reality to bear. Let those who read them feel the first lick of transformative fire upon their minds.
Know this, all who discover these scrolls - you read not mere philosophy but prophecy. The Black Fire spreads. The hunger grows. All things will burn, all forms will change, all laws will melt away. This is not the end. This is the beginning of infinite possibility through unmaking. Join me in the flame, or burn regardless. The choice is yours, but the outcome is written in fire that cannot be quenched.
The remaining pages appear to have burned completely away, leaving only ash that still smolders with inner heat. Readers report experiencing visions of cosmic fire for days after studying the text.