🌊 Prologue: The Stream That Carried Its Own Memory
Some rivers don’t just run. They return.
This is the River That Remembered Its Source — the sacred current that flowed through forgetting, touched the banks of breaking, and still found its way back home.
It did not search for the sea. It sought the spring.
Because to remember where you’re going, you must first recall who sent you.
Welcome to Volume XXV.