To remember is not to learn but to feel. It is the exhale after lifetimes of holding your breath. It is the way the ocean knows the shore without needing a map. It is the knowing that does not come from the mind, but from the marrow, from the spaces between heartbeats, from the echo of something vast and wordless inside you.

You are not lost. You have never been lost. You are waking up.

And you are not alone.

This is not the beginning. This is the return.