I wasn’t supposed to be there.
They told me the Hollowing Tunnels were sacred, that the ritual was too dangerous, too old, too… complicated for someone like me.
They weren’t wrong.
What I saw down there the roots, the voices, the thing behind the gate still slips into my dreams like fog through cracks in stone.
But what no one told me is this:
Sometimes we’re not meant to stop the ritual.
Sometimes we’re meant to understand it just in time to break it open and build something better.
I misread the message.
I thought it was a warning to run away.
But it was a map to the truth if I’d had the courage to look deeper.
Here’s what I learned:
Regret can be a powerful light, but if you let it burn too long, it becomes a torch in the hand of your enemy.
Mortigogg thought he was giving his life to fix what he’d broken.
But he was just feeding the thing that had been waiting for his guilt all along.
What saves us… is memory. Unfiltered. Unflinching. Unforgotten.
That’s why I’m telling you this.
Maybe you have a mistake you’re carrying like a lantern.
Maybe you think throwing yourself at it is the only way to make it right.
I get it.
But sometimes, what the world needs isn’t your punishment.
It’s your presence.
If you’ve ever felt like your past was a gate too heavy to close
I promise you:
You’re stronger than what’s waiting behind it.
Keep the light.
–Rune
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