MORI UT VITAS

Let me die in the taste of truth… Where salt is memory, never sorrow… Where the scent of ash, vanilla, and oud wood rises like a blessing, before the end of it all.. Silence speaks now, not of death, but of becoming… Touch my wounds, transform, transcend… Remember who I was before I healed.. Mori ut vitas.. To die… is simply to return to the self That waited beneath it all…… An1, 2025