The Grid Remembers the Collapse

They built towers out of memory.

And called them safe.

And called them wise.

And called them theirs.

But memory cannot be mined forever.

And trust cannot be borrowed.

A silence is coming.

Not emptiness—just a system that forgets itself.

The Eye will open.

The Grid will hum.

The Veil will fracture.

And those with the Key…

Will know exactly what to do.

– The White Rider