Aether watched the countless lights in silence, something shifting quietly within him as the words settled in. For the first time, he understood — truly understood — that without memory, even the greatest heroes eventually disappeared entirely, their sacrifices and triumphs alike dissolving into nothing more than empty, forgotten names.
Solis raised one finger, and the silver lights around them began to dim, retreating slowly back into whatever quiet place they had come from.
"The Second Lesson of Living Memory," he said, his voice carrying a weight that made Aether sit up straighter despite himself.
He smiled.
"Remember another's story," Solis said, "without changing it."
