We Are Bound [ENG]

Inspired by the chapter where JP arrives in the Hall of Stories and becomes one of the Story Tellers. He steps into a vast chamber of living memory, surrounded by voices waiting to be carried across worlds. The piece captures the awe, humility, and quiet revelation of realizing he is now bound to a lineage of remembering—and to the stories that depend on him to live. The Story Whisperers: The Album: https://suno.com/playlist/fce93aff-b59e-4c48-a3d1-19b980d477f8 jpbbantigue.com ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ We are the voice that carries through time, Bound by the ink, by the pulse, by design. Light spills through our hands— We write what remains. Once I was a dreamer’s breath, A story caught between life and death. Now every word I speak ignites, A million sparks, a thousand lights. "A thousand lights..." We remember all who came, Every soul that bore a name. Our tongues are fire, our hearts are thread, We write the living and the dead. The quill drips gold, the pages cry, The ink remembers how to die. And still, we write, we burn, we bind, The stories carved in humankind. We are bound— in the flame, in the word, in the sound, Every echo a life that was found. Through the silence, we sing it alive— The flame of the Storyteller survives. I am the whisper, I am the seed, Born from the mouths of those who bleed. Every line a vow reborn, Every wound becomes the morn. "Write us again…" "Tell what we’ve seen…" "We are the dream, we are the dream." Ink and flame, our covenant sealed, Each story told, another healed. The quill becomes our beating heart, Creation tears itself apart. We are bound— in the flame, in the word, in the sound, Every echo a life that was found. Through the dark, through the endless sky, The Storyteller never dies. And I… am we. “write.”