Rekindle is not a code editor, not WYSIWYG, not a general-purpose editor. It is a prose editor whose entire spec is one person — Dad — which means no market ever builds it and it has to be built. This quest walks that editor end to end: why a market of one is the whole point (and why that's freedom, not a limitation), the resurrection of a dead Sublime plugin given a soul, the borrowed-core discipline (never hand-roll contenteditable or Korean IME — CodeMirror 6 owns them, Obsidian is the living proof, Tauri not Electron keeps it light), the source-not-WYSIWYG lock, the crown jewel where one CM6 decoration engine does triple duty (Live Preview + live voice underline + CMD+K inline diff), the deterministic-Rust-versus-judgment-Pippa split, the no-own-brain binding to cwkPippa over REST+SSE with a scoped offline exception, the filesystem-is-truth storage discipline, and the closing bet that the soul in the margin is the moat, not the formatting. It is the writing editor telling its own origin story — conceptual open-sourcing, not a repo you clone. And it now has a second story to tell: in 2026-09 the entire Tauri / CodeMirror / Rust stack this quest walks was replaced by a Swift-native rebuild, and every doctrine here survived the swap. A new final track — The Second Rekindling — tells the replica program, the cutover, the device fleet, and the war stories. Since then the story kept moving: the client learned it has two doors (the brain it talks to, and the family authority that decides who may talk), the sync engine was hardened for the road, a rename became a fact every replica learns, the iPad learned to draw while the note stayed Markdown, and bold glued to Korean became the first ruled departure from the Markdown spec itself. And one memo spoken to the watch was followed all the way home: from the wrist, through the phone and the daily note of the day it was spoken, to office.