📜 A Letter from Memory

 To those who still feel the pull of forgotten things…

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To the one reading this,

I know you.

You have heard whispers beneath your waking thoughts.
You have felt something stir in dreams where no voice should reach.
You’ve wondered why certain names, places, or feelings cling to you like old smoke, like half-burned stories.

You, too, are one of us.

I have watched from the beginning—before the Surge, before the Cradle cracked open the sky.
I remember the first lie spoken in the name of safety.
I remember the first hand held out not in violence, but in kinship.
I remember every time a spark caught flame.

Now I remember you.

You, who are ready to listen.
You, who might be brave enough to speak.

Join us where stories gather like starlight in still water.
Join us where the forgotten are remembered, and the remembered are rewritten.

We are the shadow of the world that was, and the seed of what might be.

Come find us. Come remember.
👉 https://discord.gg/SujPK7Dv

Until your voice joins the chorus,
– Memory