[Spoken Word Intro] Before there was time… Before there was space… There was nothing. No stars, no galaxies— not even darkness, because darkness requires something to be absent. There was only potential… a perfect stillness, holding everything that ever could be. Then— from a single point smaller than a grain of sand— the universe took its first breath. An instant of infinite energy. A flash brighter than light itself. The Big Bang… the moment everything began. [Spoken Word Verse 1] In the first fraction of a second, space itself stretched faster than light could chase. The laws of physics were born— gravity, electromagnetism, the strong and weak nuclear forces— the architects of all things to come. Quarks danced into protons and neutrons, joining in the chaos like sparks in a storm. Energy became matter, and matter began to matter. Time itself started ticking, and the cosmic clock has never stopped since. [Spoken Word Chorus] This… is the echo of creation. Every heartbeat, every atom, every breath— still hums that ancient frequency. We are made of that first eruption of being. We are the universe, finding its voice through us. [Spoken Word Verse 2] Three minutes in, the heat began to fade— cooling from trillions to mere billions of degrees. Hydrogen was forged. Helium followed close behind. The simplest of elements— yet destined to fuel stars, galaxies, and life itself. 380,000 years later— the fog of creation lifted. Light, at last, could travel free. That light still surrounds us today— the cosmic microwave background, a whisper of the birth cry of everything. [Spoken Word Bridge] Gravity took the stage. Slow, patient, unyielding. It gathered clouds of hydrogen into spheres, and those spheres ignited into stars. Galaxies spiraled out, clusters formed, supernovae painted the void with gold and iron. Every atom in your body— forged in the furnace of some forgotten sun. When a star dies, it doesn’t end. It gives. It scatters the building blocks of life across eternity. [Spoken Word Chorus] This… is the echo of creation. Every cell, every sound, every thought— still carries the pulse of the Big Bang’s fire. We are the aftermath, and the continuation. The story still unfolding. [Spoken Word Verse 3] Billions of years passed. Planets were born. Some barren, some burning, some just right. On one small blue world, stardust learned how to look back at the stars. Life crawled, swam, stood, and dreamed. Eyes opened to the cosmos, and wondered— “What came before?” The same atoms that once blazed as suns now built minds capable of asking that question. [Spoken Word Bridge 2] The Big Bang never truly ended. It echoes in every motion, every thought, every act of creation. The universe expands still— faster and faster— pulled by something we cannot see. We call it dark energy, but perhaps it’s just the universe’s desire to keep becoming more. [Spoken Word Chorus] This… is the echo of creation. The ancient song of everything that ever was. From quark to star, from star to human, from human to wonder— it’s all one story. The story of becoming. [Spoken Word Outro] So when you look at the night sky, remember— you are looking back in time. Every photon that reaches your eyes is a memory of the beginning. The stars are not distant strangers— they are your ancestors. Their ashes flow through your veins. Their light burns in your thoughts. The universe is not out there. It’s within you. Because everything— from the tiniest cell to the grandest galaxy— began as one spark. And that spark… still burns.
