For our memories

Every civilization digs its own grave and calls it progress.

This is the grave that refused to stay buried — a black moon womb where angels and men alike learn that the deepest roots drink from the same forbidden water.

Down there, Lilith dreams and Adam remembers.

Humanity is merely the tremor between two sleeping giants.

To dwell here is to become the lullaby that keeps the end of the world from waking.

Always remember how deep a home can truly be — The Black Moon Codex