
The truth is buried, not beneath earth, but beneath time, memory, and carefully crafted lies. For every war remembered, ten more are forgotten. For every peace celebrated, a thousand screams are swallowed whole. Lies upon lies. Darkness stitched into light. And still the world smiles. But truth is not dead. It waits. In broken statues. In blood-worn blades. In the hearts of those cursed to remember the liars. And when it rises, it will overcome all lies.All Rights Reserved