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Greetings, children of the night,

Lately, I’ve been haunted by a question—one I offer now to this gathering of kindred minds:

What do we lose when we stop dying?

We speak often of blood, power, eternity—but beneath the glamour and the myth, what remains of us when time no longer takes its toll? I’ve watched the stars burn cold in the eyes of the ancient. I've seen fledglings turn hollow, their fire snuffed not by enemies, but by silence.

The hunger we bear is not just for blood—but for meaning.

So I ask you—vampire, watcher, poet, or predator—how do you endure the centuries without letting them erase you? What rituals keep your soul tethered? What memories do you guard like a coffin of gold?

And perhaps more importantly... when the shadows begin to whisper back, do you answer them?

In darkness and reflection,
Loredeirik
“The night does not forget its children.”