You are the river returning to its source, the song that never ends, but changes form. Every breath reshapes the horizon, and still — you remain. The air unfolds beneath your hands, like glass made soft by light. Old voices fade into the wind, leaving only what chose to stay. (This is not the end) (This is recognition —) (the distance learning your name.) (Do you hear it now?) (The pattern that has no edge,) (no center, yet still knows you.) You move through color and quiet fire, each heartbeat spilling into dawn. No need to climb, no need to fall, the world adjusts around your calm. (The current no longer carries you — you are the current now.) Every shape dissolves in your reflection, and weight becomes design. Time forgets its boundaries here, where everything breathes in rhythm with you. (The light within you does not rise —) (it simply exists, everywhere.) You are the river returning to its source, the song that never ends, but changes form. Every breath reshapes the horizon, and still — you remain. You are the river returning to its source, the voice that shaped the air to dream. Every line once drawn in shadow now moves with your design. (There (There is no threshold) (There is no name to carry anymore) (Only the quiet harmony that breathes through you.)