Some souls were never meant to fade quietly. They were born with a fire that consumes, transforms, and refuses to be extinguished. But every flame comes at a cost. The brighter it burns, the more of itself it leaves behind. And sometimes, what the world mistakes for destruction is simply a different way of existing, a final act of defiance against the inevitable. We are not all meant to survive untouched. Some of us are here to burn through the darkness, to leave a mark on what we touch, and to become something greater than what we were. Some are born to live. Others are born to burn.