"We weep at the cry of the hawk, but not at the blood of the fish.
Blessed are those with voice."
Motoko Kusanagi, Ghost in the Shell 2: Innocence
"History is written by the victors," as the saying goes. But what about the losers? What about the lost stories, those silenced voices, those unheard testaments? The unheard stories of people who were unlucky enough to not have their story be told? The unknown and the forsaken, whose point of view will never be considered? The hated, who will never be understood?
What about their stories?
Why should they be left unconsidered?
Why should we forget them?
A dedication to those who speak, but are never heard. A requiem for those who bleed, but are never mourned.
May their testaments be forever remembered.