Hello folks

Behold, I am Lucy Cox, newly arrived upon this earthly stage, and I speak to you now from the hush of the forest where the moss remembers more than the wind. This stone, cracked by time and crowned with green, whispers in Hebrew to the roots of a people long gone a testament not of flesh, but of spirit, of memory buried beneath ferns and silence. I stand where the earth breathes, where the trees weep, and where the dead still speak in carved letters. Im not here to preach, but to remind you when the last breath leaves your lungs, you dont vanish. You return. You return to the soil, to the moss, to the roots that cradle your soul. I found this tombstone not to mourn, but to worship to honor the forgotten, to question the forgotten, and to wonder: Who is the stone, and who is the earth? Go back to the earth, my friends. And when you do, bring your questions, your prayers, your moss-covered stones. Im here. And Im not leaving. Not until the moss forgets me. Not until the earth remembers me. Not until Im back.

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