[Intro — Wind, distant clean guitar] [Torren — Male spoken, radio-filtered] Thunderclaw. Northern hollow, do you hear me? [Astra — Female spoken] We hear you. The morning's disappeared. [Galloping guitars enter] [Verse 1 — Astra, female lead] White above the sleeping backs, White between the roots and stone. One young shape had followed birdsong, Now a cry came back alone. Flint stood where the herd lay gathered, Kept the others from the slope. I went only to the nearest tree, Called into that wall of smoke. [Flint — Male spoken] Fog. Stay where you can hear me. [Astra] Then keep talking. [Chorus — Astra, soaring female lead] ANSWER THROUGH THE WHITE! You don't have to see the skyline. Give me one small sound, Let me find you in the silence. Keep your feet where you can feel them, Let my voice become the guide— We are here below the thunder, Answer through the white! [Verse 2 — Astra] Heard the call beside the hollow, Not beyond the broken pass. Moved from trunk to trunk with Flint's voice At my back across the grass. Found small feet upon a flat stone, Found a tail held stiff with fear. Stopped before I crowded closer, Let the young one know I was near. [Torren — Male tenor, distant radio] No further travellers moving. We will hold the channel clear. [Instrumental — Sixteen-bar harmonised guitar solo] [Bridge — Piano and soft strings] [Astra — Female, gently] One step toward the sound behind me. Then another, if you can. Not a leap and not a proving. Just the place where this began. [Flint — Male, measured] Still beside the same old roots. Still with the herd. This way. [Astra] We followed every answer Till the resting shapes turned grey. [Final Chorus — Astra lead; Torren harmonies] ANSWER THROUGH THE WHITE! Now the young one's back beside us. No grand banner raised, Just a frightened breath grown quieter. Here within our Titans Maw hollow, Let the waiting voices rise— We can keep each other close When the morning hides the sky! [Outro — Drums ease, radio hiss] [Astra — Female spoken] Back with the herd. We're staying in the hollow. [Flint — Male spoken] High pass still closed. Fog still here. [Torren — Male spoken] Then that's the report. No departure. [Final soaring guitar chord] [End]
