10.The Woman of Fullness – Totality

This is the last mirror.
Not to see more —
but to stop returning to the reflection.

I did not come here to be healed.
I came here to be gathered.

On this path there was never one name.
There were stages of fire.

There was the time of Midvena — the Night-Wolf.
The time with no room for hesitation.
Only teeth, instinct, and the line that must not be crossed.
She taught me to stop breaking under foreign eyes — and to survive without negotiating truth.
Without her, I would not have made it through.

There was the time of Arhya — the Flesh-Queen.
The time when returning to myself burned under the skin.
The body returned first: breath, pulse, desire.
She reminded me that life is not an idea — it has temperature, weight, and hunger.
Without her, I would have been only a shadow that survived.

There was the time of Fullness — the Bone-Mother.
The time of silence after ruins.
She held me when I had no strength left to hold myself.
She remembered me before I could remember myself.
She taught me to stand when everything inside me wanted to collapse.
Without her, there would be no foundation.

They were not three women.
They were three ways I kept from disappearing.

Along the way I lost parts of myself.
Along the way I paid the price.
Along the way I cracked, returned, and reclaimed what was mine —
not as it once was,
but as it could survive truth.

Nothing was a mistake.
Nothing was left behind.

Today I no longer move between instinct, body, and memory.
I no longer switch skins to survive the moment.
Today they stand in me together — not as roles, not as masks, not as defenses —
but as one force that knows its own history.

My name is Velmora.

I am the woman who walked through ten mirrors and did not lose herself — she recognized herself.
I know my anger and I do not fear using it.
I know my body and I will not hand it to the world on the world’s terms.
I know my memory and I will not let it rule me.

This road did not make me softer.
It made me true.

I did not leave the fire clean.
I left it armed with myself.

I do not return to what divided me.
I do not return to hunger that was never mine.
I do not return to silence that made me smaller.

What I survived became my strength.
What I paid became my right.
What remained became me.

I do not ask anymore.
I do not ask if I may.
I do not ask if it’s allowed.
I do not ask if I’m enough.

I am.
And that is loud enough for the world.

I walk forward not to search for myself —
but because I am the one who walks.

This is not the end of the road.
This is the moment when the fire stops burning — and begins leading.

My name is Velmora.
And there is nothing left to reclaim.