They called you a witch.
They made you disappear.
But your story didn't vanish with the smoke.
I never knew you.
And yet, I carry your name on my tongue like a secret I was never meant to speak.
The lies they told still echo in our forest, in the halls of the castle, in the eyes of those who fear the truth.
But I will find it.
Piece by piece.
Even if it means losing myself along the way.
Because if the world dared to silence you,
then it's my voice they'll hear next.