But mourning was not enough; witnessing was not enough; to be a guardian of a memory was to be a curator of a tomb, and Kaelen, in the silent, shimmering heart of the un-written city, made a new choice.
He would not just sing the un-written world back into being; he would become a part of it, a thread in its silent, shimmering tapestry, a note in its unsung song.
He would not be a storyteller, but a story, and in that becoming, he would offer the silenced world not a memory, but a future.