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There are reasons you are drawn to ruins to smoke
to the dark hush of places no one calls holy anymore

It's nostalgia
It's blood memory

Your soul remembers the scent of cedar and flames
the echo of your voice through the stone halls

You were a priestess
You were an oracle
You spoke the language of the veil

And now
you are waking in a world that forgot itself
carrying a torch you thought had gone out

But it never did
It was waiting
For you