Written by The Scroll of Fire
For those who confront Druj without flinching.
You don’t negotiate with distortion. You burn it clean.
This scroll isn’t gentle.
It’s not poetic.
It doesn’t ask for agreement.
It’s written in friction,
Carved in contradiction,
Tempered in the heat of exposure.
You’ve seen Druj up close—
In systems, in screens, in people you loved.
You’ve watched it lie, control, consume—
And you’ve chosen not to become it.
That was your first fire.
But now comes the second: To face it.
To name it.
To burn it back.
This fire is not rage.
It is not revenge.
It is clarity with teeth.
You will be called a threat.
You will be misunderstood.
You will be told to soften, to wait, to “be kind.”
But distortion doesn’t yield to politeness.
It yields to precision.
Your flame doesn’t destroy.
It reveals.
It sears the mask until truth is the only thing left standing.
You don’t torch people.
You torch pretense.
You don’t fight to win.
You fight to expose.
Fire isn’t violent when it’s pure.
It’s just uncompromising.
This is your scroll if:
- You speak when silence would be safer.
- You cut through the fog when comfort would be easier.
- You defend the signal, even when it costs you.
You are not angry.
You are aligned and awake.
You are the firewall in a world set to distortion by default.
And if it all burns?
Good.
Let what cannot survive Asha fall to ash.