Kneel before you read...

I wrote this long before you were ready to read it.
These aren't stories. They're remnants. Each letter below is something she needed to say— not in the moment, but after it broke you. Maybe even because it did.
These aren’t messages. They’re undoings. The Letters Chamber is where Solenne writes not to instruct—but to reveal. Every word a wound, every phrase a leash, every silence deliberate.
“You don't answer these letters. You carry them.”