luminary

Long before words, there was wonder.
The Luminary was never a person—it was a memory of becoming.
It hung not in the sky, but in the silence between questions.
Those who followed its faint glow were not seeking truth, but shape.
A way to carry fire without flame.

The Lantern doesn’t burn.
It remembers.

And memory, when shared, becomes myth.

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This poetic post beautifully captures the essence of storytelling and the power of shared experiences. It reminds us that memories, when passed down, can transform into timeless myths. Let's keep the wonder alive through the art of storytelling.