[c=#2dba69]The Coral Chant – Part 3
The Memory Reefs[/c]

[c=#e3aaeb][i]The notebook had slipped between two freshly replanted branches.
The water hadn’t erased its ink. On the contrary, it had revealed it.[/i][/c]

The fragment had been rekindled.
And now, it lived again, where it had been returned to the sea.

The Watcher said that awakening was just a breath.
But making it last…
Making it last was a song.

He knew that coral could regain its color,
but that without place, without bond, without listening,
it would fade once more.

"A song cast alone is only a cry."
"But several notes, right and placed, become a memory."

He kept playing.
With each act of care, a fragment of his past returned.
But it was by replanting the fragments together,
sheltered from the current,
close to the living,
that he began to hear something else.

An echo.
Something older than his own memory.

He did not yet understand.
But he knew the song did not belong to him.
He was only piecing it back together.
Note by note.
Gesture by gesture.

You’ve returned one fragment to its place.
Others are waiting.
When they are many enough,
the song will take shape again.
And what it opens… will be revealed.

"Some elders said it took at least thirty voices for harmony to resurface.
But the Watcher… he never counted. He simply continued."