>>127794 (OP)For 10 years at least . . .
Dug up this relic from an Ancient past from the Party.
Beneath the ash of walls long turned to dust,
I brushed away the silence of the years;
A relic slept where iron bowed to rust,
Entombed in echoes, shadowed by old fears.
Its surface carved with symbols worn and deep,
Like secrets whispered through a broken age;
A tale of those who could not wake from sleep,
Yet fought their fate in blood upon the page.
I traced the lines—great figures, towering forms,
Their footsteps shaking earth and splintered sky;
A people bound by terror, loss, and storms,
Yet still they dared to stand, to question why.
And in that stone, though time had torn apart,
I felt their final cry within my heart.