FILE // The Gospel of the Lost

THE LOST & DAMNED

ꓘᏙ𝒂ʅ𝘬𝗶𝙧𝗶𝒂 𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒏. // THE GOSPEL OF THE LOST

— the martyr's halo —

THE PAST

I walked among broken memories,

through streets where echoes learned to creep,

I gathered names like falling ashes,

and sowed them in the fields of sleep.

I trusted hands that seemed sincere,

they held me close, then let me fall,

betrayal wears a gentle face —

the kindest knife cuts deepest of all.

The past left scars upon my soul,

red signatures I cannot hide,

but every wound became a lantern,

and every tear, a rising tide.

So here I stand among the damned,

with yellow blooms between the wire,

the lost don't kneel, the lost remember —

we walk through ash, we carry fire.

THE RELIC // SURVIVOR'S KEEPSAKE

[ ARCHIVED RELIC // CLEMENTINE'S CAP — AWAITING ARTIFACT DEPOSIT ]

“Clementine's cap outlived every winter, every horde, every goodbye. It doesn't shield you from the dead — it reminds the living who you chose to become. Keep walking. Keep choosing.”

— V.