"Intus Inflammatus"

A state that can no longer be contained.
Not loud, not visible, yet inevitable.
While the surface struggles to hold itself together, something inside begins to burn without direction, without release. No clear flame, no singular eruption, but a slow, relentless permeation.
This is where control dissolves into illusion.
Where the interior no longer stays hidden, but forces its way outward, through layers, through resistance, through everything that once felt stable.
Not destruction as an event, but as a condition.
An inner fire that does not scream, it endures.