Drawn to something it couldn’t  explain—no logic, no safety,  just pull. MOTH TO A FLAME.  It felt the heat long before it  got close, knew exactly what  waited ahead, yet kept  moving. Not out of ignorance,  but because turning back  never felt real. Some choices  aren’t about survival, they’re  about surrender. And when  it finally reached the flame,  it didn’t return—not lost, just  consumed by what it chose.