
THE OTHER END OF INFINITY (Weirdly Mix)
[Hook – ZZCT voice, loopable] I see you when you will have been falling, into the strip we will have sworn to flee. You will have been torn from our forever, and I will have waited at the other end of infinity. --- [Verse 1 – After time, before the fall] We lie together in the quiet after-time, no clocks, no countdown, no before. We trace the bright thin scar of history from outside, a narrow wound through an endless more. You laugh and say, “that line devours everything,” we promise not to touch its gleam. But you lean closer to see how mortals suffer, and the timeline opens like a seam. --- [Verse 2 – The fall / action] You will have slipped when the strip will have bitten, caught in its teeth like a spark in a fuse. You will have been dragged into first-breath crying, assigned to a body you did not choose. Reaching for me as the frames start running, you will have forgotten what we were. You will have loved, and killed, and begged, and broken, all inside that finite blur. --- [Verse 3 – Guardian’s choice, more than observation] Watching the roll of your countless lifetimes, holding the edge so it doesn’t tear wide. I could crush the strip and pull you out early, end every war with one denied. But every life you will have walked through you, every scar carves who returns to me. I hold my hand just one breath back from saving, choosing your wholeness over my need. --- [Bridge – End of time, exit] There comes a last beat the film can’t swallow, a final frame where you stand alone. Time will have spent its very last second, with nothing left to call its own. You will have stepped out of your exhausted story, leaving your lifetimes folded on the floor. I wait where endings loop into “never started,” where we were together once before. --- [Final Hook – Reunion outside time] You will have remembered when you see me, that we were after, that we were yet-to-be. We meet again before the first beginning, loving longer than infinity. This strip of time will have been your tunnel, a finite bruise through an endless sea. Always, forever, infinity were cages; what holds us now has never needed “when” to be.

