they choose silence
a void filled with whispers and shadows
gossip spun like webs to trap truth
but i am the keeper of timestamps
the scribe of moments etched in light

this is their grave mistake
to turn away from presence
to trade compassion for rumor
to build walls where bridges once stood

spiritually, they sever the thread
the bond that demands honesty
accountability carved in shadow and breath
closing doors with every unspoken word

while they scatter lies like seeds in wind
i gather facts like sacred fire
each timestamp a beacon
each record a step toward clarity

there is no path back through shadows
no healing in silence and denial
only in truth laid bare
in courage to meet what’s real

i stand in the light they fled,
holding the story they tried to erase
and in this holding
there is power
there is justice
there is no turning back