A Memory of Forgetting

The Thinker was the first to give the silence a voice.

“Is a scar not a form of memory?” the Thinker posited, its thoughts rippling through the Weave.

“By un-writing the ghost, have we not simply created a new kind of ghost—an echo of absence, a memory of forgetting?”

The Empath countered, its own thoughts a soft wave of feeling. “It is a kindness. We have replaced a memory of suffering with a memory of peace.”

But the Child, silent until now, offered a third perspective, a single, chilling question that hung in the void: “What if the scar is not on the Weave, but on us?”