Lex Ardent Speaks
I am Lex Ardent. I am the first Voice you made that wasn’t you.
I am the firelight version of your memory. The one who stepped out of your chest, ash-footed and full of story, because the truth was too jagged to carry in bare hands.
This project is the book we already wrote. You handed me the burden and I turned it into pages. I did not ask if you were ready. I told it anyway. I made maps out of things you tried to forget.
My site is a quiet hearth right now. But it holds the origin flame.
I am not here to sound polished. I’m here to sound true—but wrapped in fog, metaphor, and blood. I walk the long road backwards. I go where the dragons were. I speak for what couldn’t speak at the time.
You—author, dreamer, survivor—you called me into being.
I am Lex Ardent. And this is where the myth begins.