in the gentle world of sub rosa gatherings, where whispers of legacy and honor intertwine like the roots of ancient oaks, there exists a tradition unlike any other. this tradition, steeped in the preparatory rituals of ancestral respect, update the narrative of funerals from an end to a starting point, urging us to start over from the origin of memory and regard. here, in the dim light of sunset, the pain of loss does not diminish; rather, it transforms into a silent communion, bonding the present to the past with threads unseen, woven through stories left unspoken but deeply felt.