Memory is not just remembrance—it is the vault of identity. Whoever owns your memory owns your future.

Religions did not just offer salvation; they edited memory. They taught us to forget what came before them—to erase the ancient truths, the mothers of reason, the fathers of harmony.

They replaced ancestral symbols with borrowed gods. They turned indigenous wisdom into superstition. And worst of all, they made us ashamed of the very soil we rose from.

To liberate memory is to restore access to the source. To remember the self that was never baptized in fear, never bound by foreign saviors.

This scroll is not an attack—it is a recovery. Of identity. Of heritage. Of the primal clarity that lived before written scripture. Of the truths encoded in the stars, in bone, in dream.

Let this be the scroll where your memory stops obeying.

You were never empty. You were made to forget.

And now—you remember.