The news hit like a crack through the safest part of memory. Roger Allers is gone, and suddenly the colors of childhood feel dimmer, thinner, almost breakable. The man who helped us grieve a fallen king, trust a carpet, and believe a mermaid’s voice could change everything has left the stage. Hollywood is reeling. Animators are whispering about a vanished era. Fans are realizing that the stories that raised them were not inevitable—they were held, shaped, and protected by mortal hands. And now, one of the gentlest of those hands has sli… Continues…