///*****/// [Processional] In the temple roof at sunrise after the storm. Lyra warms her hands around a small flame while Eldrin watches the swift human pulse at her throat. The old war enters on a drumbeat, but another rhythm waits beneath it. [Testimony I] Eldrin confronts the difference between an elven lifetime and Lyra's mortal years. Steel gives every frightened answer the same hard voice, yet the ground receives the blood without asking which language named it. I carry the weight of orders and the quieter weight of doubt. Somewhere beyond the visible battle, a patient hand adjusts the board. [Gathering Storm] He fears loving a candle because dawn will someday take it, then understands that brevity is what makes its light an answer. If conscience is a wound, let it remain open until truth enters. [Anthem] Mortal candle, burn beside me Do not promise endless years Give me one true dawn to guide me I will spend forever on its tears Mortal candle, burn beside me Do not promise endless years Give me one true dawn to guide me I will spend forever on its tears [Testimony II] Lyra tells him that endless time without chosen meaning is another form of death. What seemed like chance reveals a door; what seemed like duty reveals a chain. Every remembered face becomes a witness standing wordlessly behind the choice. The future is not promised, only placed within reach of hands prepared to change. [Revelation] I counted centuries like rivers Believed abundance conquered loss You taught me every second matters Because the flame accepts its cost Let the drums fall back and leave one naked heartbeat in the hall. Let the smallest act of mercy challenge every monumental lie. [Guitar Solo and Orchestral Rise] Begin with the melodic color of lyra warms her hands around a small flame while eldrin watches the swift human pulse at her throat; climb through the tension of he fears loving a candle because dawn will someday take it, then understands that brevity is what makes its light an answer; let two guitar voices disagree, listen, and finally discover a shared phrase. [Anthem — Final] Mortal candle, burn beside me Do not promise endless years Give me one true dawn to guide me I will spend forever on its tears We will not feed tomorrow with the ashes of today. Mortal candle, burn beside me Do not promise endless years Give me one true dawn to guide me I will spend forever on its tears [Threshold] He touches his brow to hers The sun enters the broken hall For one unguarded, trembling breath Immortal fear becomes mortal courage [Echo] Lyra warms her hands around a small flame while Eldrin watches the swift human pulse at her throat. [Inner Voice] He fears loving a candle because dawn will someday take it, then understands that brevity is what makes its light an answer. [Narrative Turn] Lyra tells him that endless time without chosen meaning is another form of death.
