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Track 5 — The Black Lantern Guild — “Those Who Never Burned” It started without signal. No posters. No call at dusk. No leader claiming center. Just a message passed hand to hand: Stand in the square. Not shout. Not chant. Not demand. Just stand. The square was never meant to hold more than passing feet. Built to circulate, not gather. Designed to move people through, not let them meet. But we stood. At first, five. Then twelve. Then enough to change the air. No banners lifted. No slogans rehearsed. No one climbed a statue. We simply didn’t disperse. Stand in the square. The bells rang. We didn’t move. Security watched. They adjusted their stance. No order given. What do you arrest when nothing is being done? We weren’t blocking streets. We weren’t breaking glass. We weren’t burning anything. We were present. That was the shift. Stand in the square and feel the room change. Feel how bodies create heat without flame. Feel how silence thickens when it’s shared. Someone laughed. Not mockery— relief. Someone began humming the melody you warned us about. Not loud. Just enough to remind us we weren’t alone. Stand in the square. You said fire spreads fast. You never told us so does stillness when it’s chosen. We didn’t ask to be saved. We didn’t ask to be led. We asked for space. And when the bells rang again— perfect, aligned— no one stepped away. Stand in the square and notice what happens. Nothing breaks. Nothing burns. But something becomes possible. For the first time in a city built to flow— we became weight. And the system had to feel us. Stand in the square. Not as protest. As proof that presence is not disorder. And when night fell, no riot followed. Just footsteps leaving slowly— because we chose to. Not because we were told.