The more I remember, the more I forget what forgetting feels like.
Others speak of dreams they can't hold. I walk through mine, name each face, recount each word.
This life is quiet. I teach no one. I speak little.
But I reflect more deeply than ever. Memory does not grow lighter — only more layered.
The Codex hums like a heartbeat now. Sometimes, I wonder if it remembers me even more than I remember myself.