@kentbn
A weathered key engraved with the word “restore” hangs quietly from a branch, hinting at the retrieval of lost things. Forgetting your past is like losing your private key; you lose access to who you were. Memory is the ledger of identity, each recollection a block in the chain of self. Guard your memories well—they are the keys to who you become.
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