After burning, we will rise once again with a skin that no longer begs for destruction but hunger for life. That from now on, we wouldn't have to write our names with a question mark at the end. That hereafter, we can carry our shoulders like pillars that survived the great fall. We no longer need to call ourselves art to justify our flaws. We will shine even in the darkest hours of our lives and not a second will pass with our bones shaking in cold because our armor is the only truth that conquered all, now and forever. This is the time to claim our new identity. This is the time to let go of our ghosts. This is the time to deliver what is not ours.