Description
To Those Who Remember What They Have Forgotten There comes a moment in every life-a fleeting hush between two breaths-when something ancient stirs within. It is not a sound, though it rings louder than thunder. It is not a light, though it blinds the soul to all things known. It is a memory, but one without a name. It is you, and it is not you. It is the silent whisper that calls you home. For most, this moment passes unnoticed, lost in the noise of becoming and belonging. For a few, it lingers- like the echo of a dream that once held the weight of worlds. These few are the remnants of a truth buried beneath aeons of birth and death, beneath gods and demons, beneath heaven and earth. This is not a tale of good versus evil. It is not a path of belief or disbelief. It is not a scripture, nor a rebellion. It is a return. A return to what lies before the beginning, and beyond the end. Ishaan walked this path. But Ishaan was never Ishaan. And you... are not who you think you are. In these pages, you will find no answers. Only reminders. When you are ready, the words will vanish. And in their place, you will find Yourself. Until then... Read. "That which cannot be spoken is the only thing worth saying." -The Forgotten Path
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