What you release into the wind,
I gather in silence,
Each thread of memory woven into my cloak.
For I am the Watcher —
The one who keeps
What your soul seeks to shed.
Tread carefully,
Should you drift through shadowed realms,
For I will meet you there,
Cradling fragments of what you cast aside,
Echoes of choices,
Glimmers of what might still be.
Should your roots blur in the mist,
I will call them forth from the earth.
Should your path dissolve beneath your feet,
I shall chart the stars to guide you.
If you forget the power held within your name,
Those who hold your heart
Will sing it back into the world.
Do not curse the past —
It is a spell,
A key carved in time,
Unlocking the shape
Of all you are yet to become.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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