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Ink, Fire, and Immortality

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  • Dafe Esinyade
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    Stories are not just words.

    They are fire — carried from one generation to the next, refusing to be extinguished.

    When we write, we don’t merely put ink on paper, or type on a keyboard.

    We wrestle with time itself.

    Because what is writing, if not rebellion against forgetting?

    What is a story, if not a spark against the darkness of oblivion?

    The kings and warriors of old have turned to dust.

    Their palaces have crumbled, their crowns long rusted.

    But their stories… their stories still walk among us.

    The ink of scribes outlasted the swords of soldiers.

    The whispers of poets proved stronger than the roar of empires.

    To write is to burn — and to refuse to be extinguished.

    Every sentence is a torch we pass forward.

    Every paragraph is proof that we were here, that we mattered, that our voices did not vanish.

    This is why the writer’s task is sacred.

    We do not write for today alone.

    We write for centuries unborn.

    We write for strangers we will never meet, who may one day find our words and whisper: “Yes. I feel this too.”

    Ink is fire.

    And fire, when shared, becomes immortality.

    So if you hold a pen, remember:

    You are not just writing. ✍️

    You are burning.🔥

    You are lighting the path.🔦

    You are living forever. ♾️

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