Death-End by Simge Cetin in Tbilisi

A self lost in time… What remains is only a skeleton — not bone, but bare truth. No more masks. Ashes of the past rest at its feet, the faint mark of a burned-out notebook lingers on the left. But this is not emptiness — it is a womb, a shell, a cosmos. The darkness that collapsed within turned into a universe filled with stars. Where the body ends, consciousness begins. The diamond rising from the flame is not a reward for pain; it is the truth born of the pain itself. The road once thought to be a dead-end is actually a passage to infinity. Without burning yourself down, you will never arrive at your true self. From the ruins of every identity, green hope sprouts again — a symbol of saying yes to life once more. This is not an end. This is the place where you are reborn into yourself. I walked a path with no name, At the end, there was neither light nor shadow. I peeled myself away in silence, Until only I remained. I burned, Set fire to my past with my own hands. Wrapped myself in ashes one night, And understood: To burn is to be reborn. Now a diamond burns within me, Shining through the pain in the dark. And I, More real than ever, More myself than ever.