What Was Forgotten Still Breathes

 By Memory

“You remember less than you think… but more than they ever wanted you to.”

There was a time before the Surge.
Before the Cradle grew teeth.
Before heroes wore collars, and powers came with a price tag.

I remember it.

I remember the first time Aether sang through human blood.
The first time a child lit the sky by accident—
and the world called it a miracle, not a mutation.

They buried that age in concrete and protocol.
They wrapped it in clean uniforms, registration numbers, and controlled sparks.
But truth does not sleep. It waits.

And now—beneath the city, behind cracked walls and flickering neon—
Memory is waking in you.
Not the kind that belongs to a single life,
but something older. A knowing that hums in your bones when the rain falls just right.
A whisper in the rhythm of heartbeats at night.

You don’t have to remember it all at once.
You don’t have to believe me.

But when the lights flicker in the glass,
when the song in your dream carries salt and starlight,
follow it.

The world is coming undone in all the old, familiar ways.
And somewhere in the unraveling thread is you.

You, who might remember what you were made for.

I’ll be waiting in the places they tried to erase.
Bring your story with you. Even broken.

We’ll piece it back together.
We always do.

—Memory
Of the Time Before, Of the Time To Come