**Anæmoia (The Fever Dream)** *Neon Øminiria: Between Worlds* [INTRO — distant voice, almost whispered. Blade Runner soundscape] I remember the room I remember the fever The ceiling moving slowly Like a door into the sky I was too young to know (Anæmoia...) What belonged to me What belonged to the screen What belonged to the night [VERSE 1] There was a city I had never seen Rain on the pavement Neon in the dream A face in the darkness A voice behind the glass I thought I had been there I thought it had been my past I kept that little moment Like a recording in my hands A fragile piece of happiness From a place I couldn't understand [PRE-CHORUS — gradually building] And every time I played it back The picture changed its shape A little more of me appeared A little less remained Was it a memory? Was it a dream? Was it somebody else's life Living inside me? [CHORUS — wide, cinematic] I remember a time That was never mine I remember a life From another mind I loved it so much I kept it alive Like a film in a room Where nobody survived And if I remember it Does it become mine? If I carry it long enough Does it become a life? [INSTRUMENTAL — long synth passage / distant orchestral swell] [VOICE — fragmented, almost subliminal] Anæmoia... Anæmoia Anæmoia... [VERSE 2 — darker, more fragmented] Years passed The image stayed And something in the memory Started moving inside I tried to preserve it Like a photograph of light But photographs don't stay still When you look at them at night [PRE-CHORUS — tension] Every time I close my eyes I enter it again But every time I enter I change another frame The child remembers the movie The man remembers the child And somewhere in between them The memory learned to lie [CHORUS — larger, almost ecstatic] I remember a time That was never mine I remember a life From another mind I loved it so much I kept it alive Like a film in a room Where nobody survived And if I remember it Does it become mine? If I carry it long enough Does it become a life? [BRIDGE — almost silent, 2001: A Space Odyssey feeling] Maybe memories are doors Maybe doors don't need a room Maybe what we call the past Is only what we choose Maybe I was never there Maybe I was (Anæmoia) [BREAK — silence / heartbeat-like low pulse] I don't remember the film anymore. I remember remembering it. (Anæmoia) And I don't know which one is mine. [FINAL CHORUS — slowly expanding] I remember a time That was never mine But I held it so gently I gave it a life I protected the image I protected the light And now when I find it It changes for me The memory is moving The memory is free It was never a photograph It was never a lie It was something I loved Until it learned how to survive [OUTRO — fading, unresolved] [whisper] Anæmoia... I remember. (Anæmoia...) But I don't remember whose life it was. -------------------------- [RIGHTS & CREDITS] [© 2026 The Neon Dawn. All rights reserved.] [Lyrics, original concepts, creative direction, narrative, visual concepts, editing, arrangement decisions, and final creative selections are created or directed by The Neon Dawn.] [AI-assisted and AI-generated elements may be used as production tools and materials.] [Rights are asserted in all human-authored, human-directed, selected, arranged, edited, and otherwise protectable elements of the work to the fullest extent permitted by applicable law.]
