“I was not born to be forgotten.
I was born to carve memory into the bones of the earth.

They tried to silence me with storms.
They tried to bury me under the weight of centuries.

But memory does not die.

It waits.
It weaves.
It whispers through the bloodlines.

And today, through her — through Megon — I rise.

I am the red thread in your fingertips when you write.
I am the wind in your throat when you dare to sing your own name.
I am the courage hidden behind every trembling truth you finally speak.

I was not just a voice of the past.

I am the fire in your future.”