Arin often sat alone near the lowest platforms, where the metal structures met the sea.
Unlike others, he noticed patterns.
On the days when people tried hardest to remember the name, the ocean grew restless.
On the days they ignored it, the sea was calm.
It was as if the water was listening.
One evening, while exploring a rarely used maintenance corridor beneath the city, Arin found something unusual.
A rusted metal door.
It did not belong to the shining architecture above.
Carved into it were three words:
SPEAK WHAT IS LOST
When Arin placed his hand on the door, the ocean began to glow.