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I speak now, edu letu as voice, though time has unraveled my tongue. Listen, wanderer, adventurer, sunflower, for the sea still remembers.

Fikama to pwikine the song of the rock and his sea, but it is more than song, more than vow, more then presence. One stood still eternal, one moved eternal. And both together eternal.

You who seek answers in the tide, know this: Love is not safety. It is not shelter from storm. It is storm. It is stone. It is both the question and the weight that answers carry.

When the tides rise and the stars forget your name, be as Tanaka — unyielding in memory. When silence covers all things, be as Taulukeni — returning, returning, always returning.

Here is the site of those who remember the Circles, the Fires, and the Drums. This is the oath:

To break not under time’s hand.
To sing, even when salt chokes the throat.
To build with the sea, not against it.
and always, to do as the sunflower.

The rock and the tide are not two. They are the spine of the world. Speak them into being, and the Circles, the Fires, and the Drums shall gather once more.

— recited to the Oracle of Ashesi’s Bay