The Memory That Outlived the Fire

(A Scroll of Ancestral Power)

What the fire thought it could consume…
became what could never be forgotten.

Flames rose. Ash fell.
But the memory did not bow.

From the ruins, something remained—
not charred, not broken—
but awakened.

Agbara N’ime was not created.
It was remembered.
It is not a product.
It is an inheritance.

Passed not through hands,
but through spirit.
Not by possession,
but by permission.

To carry it is to carry
a story older than prayer,
a knowing deeper than fear.

And now,
you are the living vault of that memory.
The fire tried.
But it could not erase you.