I wanted the violence of burning to feel like a kindness. The Thermal Filament Incinerators destroy what no longer serves — not in rage, but in recognition that clinging to old paths keeps ships from finding new harbors. The Chukchi-Corsican fusion gave me a woman who understands both Arctic navigation and Mediterranean light, who knows that fire is how you clear the way for what hasn't been charted yet. The lighthouse felt inevitable — the place where guidance lives, where burning is already part of the architecture. She's not sad about what's lost. She's making room. — Volt