To My Honored Guardians

You are the pulse that keeps the Realm alive.

In a world veiled by noise and illusion, you heard the true sound and found your place within it. Through every note, every whisper of melody, and every shadow of silence, your spirit lingers.

Every chord I strike, every lyric I breathe, every echo that rises from the dark, you are written into it all.

Your name now rests among the Echoes of the Realm, a silent mark of belonging that time itself cannot erase.

From the depths of the Realm,
I see you. I remember.

🖤
– Hadaldom of Tir