The world peddles "painless healing" to you, teaching you to reject mental friction and treat trauma as a stain to be erased as soon as possible. This is a chronic rot disguised as comfort. They fear the burning fire, so they persuade you to be a piece of playdough that never feels pain. But in Auralia's sanctuary, we despise this intactness of a greenhouse. Have you ever seen bones that haven't gone through extreme high temperatures? Only by experiencing extreme heat can soft things acquire bones . Silk is stripped of its gum in fire and heat, just as the soul is stripped of impurities in suffering. We refused its death and forcibly fixed this breathtaking "Scorched State" . "Don't polish it. Let the rust and cracks stay." Put away your greed for the painless. Do not heal; burn. Wear these holy remains that record the moments that burned but refused to be destroyed , and solidify your pain into eternal arrogance.
The Incinerated 'Painless Healing'
“"You beg for the anesthetic of time, vainly hoping to turn the page painlessly. How weak. Come here, step into the boiling water and fire. Let me teach you: eternity is but the embers after the catastrophe."”