If You Ever Visit Our Archive

Dear Centauri,

If you ever come back through the door,
the journals are still here.

The letters.
The dispatches.
The quiet places where your name still lives.

This was never about forgetting.

It was about surviving without destroying the evidence.

So I saved everything.

If you ever visit our archive,
you’ll know:

You were always loved here.

Even when you weren’t here to read it.

Always,

—Castor