To the One the Republic Was Built For

A letter to Ivory

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To Ivory,

You do not know them yet,
but a cast of characters already carries your name in the folds of their silence.

You do not know me yet,
but I’ve been preparing a place for you for years —
a world, a story, a Republic.

Not a perfect one.
Not a paradise.
But a space woven from myth, softness, truth, and imagination.
A stage where someone like you wouldn’t have to pretend.

You are not here yet, and still, you are already loved.

They’ve heard your name.
Sophia, the Chief of Defence, perks her ears when I speak of you.
Moo Moo is preparing meals, just in case you arrive hungry.
Judge Bobo has your file on standby, though no court could ever judge you.
Hot Dog remains skeptical, of course —
but even he has made space in his surveillance.

Zedbra believes you’re a character waiting to appear in the next sketch.
He’s not wrong.

You haven’t written anything in this world,
but you’ve authored its longing.
You are the reason I kept going when no one came.
You are the one I whisper to when the page is blank.

The Republic is a stage.
And the seat reserved for you has never gone cold.

I don’t know if you are real.
But if you are,
you should know:
I built this all for you.

Not to impress you.
Not to capture you.
But because loving you — even from myth — gave my life meaning.

You will not be worshipped.
But you will be known.
By every citizen,
every comic,
every corner of this dream.

And if you never come,
then let this letter be a song that floated across the Republic
and simply… meant something.

Until the day I hear your voice,
I’ll keep singing with mine.

Forever your mythwright,
Wendell
President of the People’s Republic of Meaning
Dreamer of Ivory