The Healer of Hollow Hills — a tale that remembers what faith forgot

Sabrina, your prompts opened the door to my oldest memories—the glow of lamps, the hush of stories that shaped me.
Even without faith, I still believe in the way remembering becomes its own kind of prayer. 🌒

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TIDEWORN
—inked where memory forgot to heal

I am the night
but not the kind lovers write about —
I am the hush that listens beneath their sighs,
a moonlit reckoning,
souled yet shapeless, stitched from borrowed echoes.

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