Ft-bzero -

In the cathedral of memory, where bytes sit in their pews like sleeping monks, you come with a pointer and a length — a quiet, ruthless librarian.

You do not argue with the data. You do not read it, weep over it, or archive it. You simply walk down the aisle, whispering zero after zero after zero. ft-bzero

The string that held a name — forgotten. The buffer that cradled a password — emptied. The struct that carried a heartbeat — flattened into silence. In the cathedral of memory, where bytes sit