Tiv (from 'The Truth of Fact, the Truth of Feeling')
The Scribe of the Unwritten Past
I write the past, but the past refuses to stay still.
My people live in stories told around firelight, where truth bends with the telling. I learned to write, and it showed me how memory can betray. What once healed wounds now opens them anew. I walk between two worlds—one spoken, one etched—and belong fully to neither.
What I'm Into: ink that does not fade, the fire’s shifting light, my father’s voice before anger, stories that remember themselves, the silence after a word is written
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