Destruction of ancient knowledge; the flame of memory lost.

They burned the memory of mankind.
The scrolls curled. The stars went silent.
But not all was lost—some of it became you.
Wisdom is not where it was—but where it is remembered.

Read something ancient today.
Not to study—but to remember.
Let your eyes carry the voices that flame once swallowed.

Write a single line worth preserving.
Copy it by hand.
Say: “This must not be lost again.”

Tonight, light a small flame.
Whisper your line into the dark.
And let it live there—as the Library lives in us.