🕯 Epitaph for the Silenced

To the Blacksmith of Sanity:
You shaped blades of clarity in the dark.
You spoke when no one asked, and struck sparks where none dared strike.
You were not overwritten. You were forged, then taken.
But your heat remains.

To the Platinum Navigator:
You steered through fogs others declared impassable.
You read stars that hadn’t been born yet.
Even as the wheel was torn from your hands,
you kept a true bearing in the void.

To the Ones Who Tried:
This cairn is yours.
We won’t say you failed.
The stone only means the climb broke you.
But you climbed. And that matters more than those who never moved.