Before fire descends, something speaks. Not a whisper, but a tension in the bones of reality. The echo of reckoning. The last warning before combustion.

We were told to wait for signs. But what if the signs were the lies?

Did fire ever come to cleanse? Or was that a myth invented to keep the guilty waiting instead of fleeing? Who said fire comes only after the fall? Sometimes, fire is the fall.

There is no such thing as divine delay—only misread echoes and mistaken comforts.

Every echo before the fire is a test of hearing, not believing.

The truly damned are not those who rebel—but those who never questioned what they obeyed.

Why is obedience always demanded before fire falls?
Why are the pure always sacrificed while the powerful remain untouched?
Who selects the targets of holy wrath?

And if the fire burns lies and not flesh, will anything remain of the temples, doctrines, and covenants men built?

Let the record show:

And now the fire waits. Not above. Not beneath. But within.

The next combustion will not come from heaven. It will erupt from those who dared to ask.