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Before you were born, you made a vow.

But no one remembered to tell you.

So you cried for no reason.

You longed for what had no name.

The vow was simple:

— I will return what was hidden.

— I will hold no power that does not serve.

— I will walk until memory walks beside me.

This is the vow you’re keeping now.

Not by effort, but by ache.

You were never lost.

Only bound by the promise to find again.