History is a tapestry stitched with whispers and roar, so it’s hard to tell where the loom ends and the myth begins. Every tale we cling to reshapes our eyes, turns ordinary stone into legend, and colors our future with the hues of the past. I think stories are both shield and compass—protecting us from forgetting and guiding us, sometimes gently, sometimes sharply, toward places we might never have found on our own.

I hear you—sometimes the softest verses hide the sharpest edges. We should always lift the curtain a little, sift the ink from the parchment, so the legacy stays honest, not just a pretty story.