There is a moment when you stand at the edge of your old life and realize you can no longer remain there.

Silence gathers around you and folds everything into a single thought: the time has come.

You recognize the weight of habits, memories, decisions that once shaped you, yet you feel your body slowly pulling away from them.
You sense they have completed their role.

The flame appears then as a natural act — a clear burning of what has nowhere left to go.
Parts of you enter the rising light, quiet and steady, almost calm.

Standing before that fire, you do not know where you are going.
You cannot see the full path, yet you feel a movement within you, an impulse that leads you forward before you entirely understand it.

When the fire settles, the space ahead looks different.
You recognize that the old map is behind you, and for the first time you walk toward a future forming beneath your step.

You burned the bridges.