Time: (The graveyard is still. Mist clings to moss. Then, softly, a voice—not loud, but ancient—enters from nowhere and everywhere.)I am not a god.I do not choose who lives or who dies.I do not mourn.I do not rejoice.I endure.I watched you—Each of you—Taken before your final word.Remembered in fragments.Trapped in echo.Named in stories that did not ask what … [Read more...] about The Ghosts Who Still Speak: Shakespeare’s Spirits Reclaimed