Through the Well — Three Eras

[Fade In] Years later, the well is only wood, a quiet ring beneath the neighborhood. Your red sleeve hangs by the kitchen door, and the road between worlds asks no more. [Pre-Hook] I used to call it fate when the distance grew, used to call it loss when I came back to you. Now the old words turn in a gentler light: not going back—choosing tonight. [Hook] Find me anew, but not as before; your hand is a hand, not a haunted door. The wound made room, the room made choice, and the future learned the shape of your voice. Shape of your voice—voice of my home, I crossed every age to arrive here whole. [Post-Hook] Kikyo rests where the plum trees lean, her name is part of the peace between. Naraku’s dark cannot claim the thread; we name what lived, then let it rest. [Bridge] The jewel was never the answer alone, not in a cave, not beneath a throne. Its wish was tested by every goodbye, by the girl who returned and the monk’s tired eyes, by Sango’s courage, Shippo’s small flame, by every friend who outlasted the game. [Break] The well sleeps. The bell sleeps. The road is open still. [Pre-Hook] I used to call it fate when the distance grew, used to call it loss when I came back to you. Now the old words turn in a gentler light: not going back—choosing tonight. [Hook] Find me anew, but not as before; your hand is a hand, not a haunted door. The wound made room, the room made choice, and the future learned the shape of your voice. Shape of your voice—voice of my home, I crossed every age to arrive here whole. [Post-Hook] Back to you means forward now, not a vow carved into bone or brow. The well is quiet, the red cloth dries; we keep the truth and release the lies. [Fade Out] Find me anew… choose me anew… No return—just arrival.