[c=#2dba69]Rite of Silent Bond - Part 4
Those the Watchers Regretted[/c]

[c=#e3aaeb][i]Dated the 17th Finalember, Year 44 of the Withheld Breath Cycle
Partially Erased Fragment - Sealed Room of the White Annex, Forgotten Scriptorium[/i][/c]

"Sometimes, we must forget those who were allowed to listen for too long. Even stones, if whispered to endlessly, can become dangerous."
This was the end of bound words.
Those who had engraved their names into stone began to forget their own identity.
The glyphs changed by themselves.
Inks faded before they could dry.
Grave dust no longer responded.
Silence, once obedient, turned hostile.

[c=#e3aaeb][i]6th Finalember, Year 44 of the Withheld Breath Cycle
Valley of Har'Thul[/i][/c]

A stele was found in a nameless desert. It bore no symbol.
But travelers who approached it claimed they no longer remembered why they had come.
The Scriptorium attempted to compile what could still be salvaged.
Soul receptacles were sealed in black lead.
Ash rituals were forbidden.
Some Echo-Bearers requested voluntary forgetting.
They had a glyph of silence etched into their heart.
It is said their graves do not ring when struck.
But it was already too late.
Some fragments of the broken language had escaped all control.
And one day, a sealed grave (entombed for over two centuries) began to glow under the moon.
A pale light. No inscription.
But in the air, a phrase lingered: "I remember what I should not".

[c=#e3aaeb][i]31st Finalember, Year 44 of the Withheld Breath Cycle
Valley of Har'Thul[/i][/c]

The Watchers, for the first time, intervened.
Not with words. Not with signs.
They turned the stelae. They erased the glyphs.
They burned the oldest graves to ash.
And most of all... they closed the Forgotten Scriptorium.
"It takes centuries to build a silence. A single miswritten name is enough to make it scream."
Today, only a few fragments remain, scattered.
Some cursed books. A few reversed keys.
Breaths trapped in urns that even dust refuses to cover.
But no name has survived. Not even that of the first Echo-Bearer.
And that... was precisely what the Watchers had hoped for.
"Some elders, after gathering all forbidden texts, discovered one last silent rite. They knelt, a handful of grave dust in hand, near a Decorative Grave, and waited in silence. Those who performed the gesture with respect were forgotten by the undead... as long as they did not raise a hand against them."