CHAPTER THREE : The Ape Who Remembers – The Wild Awakening
The first to rise with primal might, Came roaring through the veil of night. The Ape Who Remembers, fierce and wild, A beast untamed, not meek, not mild. With matted fur and sharpened teeth, He roared a song from deep beneath. No words were formed, no message clear, Just raw remembrance in the air. He struck the wall with trembling hand, And colors bled like shifting sand. The frozen faces flared to flame, As if the wall had called their name. His roar, a sound of ancient bone, Awoke the Grid with pulse and tone. No longer grave, no longer dead, But breathing life where silence bled. Yet still the wall was not complete, For four must rise, not just the beast. And in the dust of broken song, A rebel’s fire won’t wait too long.