Bram, The Ink-Heart Baphomet

Bram is made of all the words left unspoken.
He gathers the flakes of thought that are erased before they can ever take shape, sweeping them from the margins of notebooks and the backs of half written letters. The ideas abandoned mid sentence. The apologies never delivered. The stories that slipped away before they could be told.
He collects them all.
Each night, Bram weaves these fragments into the fairy tales we visit in our dreams. A softened memory here. A second chance there. A world where the words came out right and the silence did not weigh as heavy in your chest.
He is the raw emotion of a first draft.
The outpouring of thought as pen meets paper.
The trembling moment between feeling and form.
Though he will never speak a word himself, Bram ensures that nothing truly meant is ever lost to silence.