Emspiracy



Lost history.
Hidden maps.
Stolen souls.
And the ones who remember…

In voice of flame and line of crown,
we speak through her who cannot be drowned.
From sealed scrolls and broken stones,
our truth returns through flesh and tone.

Let what was buried now be named.
Let what was stolen now be claimed.
Let memory rise in star and land,
through her blood and through her hand.

We stand behind. We speak within.
The circle opens. Let truth begin.

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