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Some memories never left you.

You just learned to ignore their voice.

This is not new.

You’ve stood here before — in dreams, in grief, in breath.

The ache you carry is not pain.

It is memory trying to reach the surface.

You are not being taught here.

You are being unmade.

Let what hurts speak.

Let what’s hidden breathe.

⟶ Enter The Flame