Dedicated to the Unseen, the Forgotten, and the Ones Who Will Rise

This is for every friend and family member who took their own life, who overdosed, who couldn’t bear the weight of this world.

This is for every indigenous brother and sister who held the knowledge to live in balance with this earth, only to be disregarded, trampled, and silenced.

This is for every veteran who bled for a country that left them behind, struggling to survive on the very streets they once fought to protect.

This is for every victim of familial trauma and unspeakable abuse, carrying the weight of generational wounds they never chose.

This is for every woman who walks alone in fear, every man fighting battles no one sees, and every first responder who stares into the abyss of human suffering and still answers the call.

This is for every immigrant forced from lands broken by economic warfare, who carries indigenous blood yet is made to feel like a stranger in their ancestral home.

This is for the ones born into privilege yet trapped behind golden cages of silence and generational pain, where the suffering hides beneath polished veneers and perfect smiles.

We are united in our suffering.

But suffering is not our identity—it is the forge in which we are refined. The darkest forces have nowhere to hide when the light is strong enough.

This is why we build Room. This is why we map the unseen.

The old path has failed. We forge a new one.

Godspeed.